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...O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Perfume de un momento nada más.

porque a noite é noite, o dia é dia, e o tempo é tempo, seria perder sem proveito a noite, o dia e o tempo; por isso, visto que a concisão é a alma do espirito, emquanto que a prolixidade é só o corpo ou o involucro exterior, serei breve

Sabemos lo que somos ahora, pero no lo que podemos ser.

POLONIUS My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently. HAMLET Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? POLONIUS By th'mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed. HAMLET Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET Or like a whale? POLONIUS Very like a whale. HAMLET Then I will come to my mother by and by. - They fool me to the top of my bent. - I will come by and by.

¿Quién podría tolerar tanta opresión, sudando gimiendo bajo el peso de una vida molesta si no fuese que el temor de que existe alguna cosa más allá de la Muerte (aquel país desconocido de cuyos límites ningún caminante torna) nos embaraza en dudas y nos hace sufrir los males que nos cercan; antes que ir a buscar otros de que no tenemos seguro conocimiento?

Prête l'oreille à tous, mais tes paroles au petit nombre. Prends l'opinion de chacun ; mais réserve ton jugement. (Polonius, Acte I, Scène III)

Shaq pe hai yaqeen unko, Yaqeen pe hai shaq Mujhy..... .....Kis ka jhoot jhoot hai, Kis ke sach main sach nahi, Hai ke hai nahi, Bas yehi sawaal hai, Aur sawaal ka jawaab bhi, Sawaal hai..... .....Dil ki gar sunoon to hai, Dimaag ki to hai nahi, Jaan loon ke jaan doon, Main rahoon ke main nahi!!

Scholars don't have blood flowing in their veins," said Hamlet. "When they're wounded, they bleed logic, and when all of it is gone, their brains die, and they become ... soldiers.

Shakespeare’s woes and concerns are all human and can be easily perceived by any reader regardless of religious, ethnic, or educational backgrounds. To him, human vices are not only odious but pathetic as well. Hypocrisy irks him tremendously, and he is sharply aware of its stings when he says: “God has given you one face, and you make yourself another” (Hamlet 3.1.).

Something smelled rotten in Denmark. The odor lilted more rank than the slimy cabbage leaves and maggot-boiling mutton discarded in a heap behind the royal kitchen, or more than the moldy cheesed breath of Orrick, the tavern owner in the village, when he blasted a laugh between the yellow posts of his teeth. The putrid aroma drifted on the wind like the blasts of winter, permeating the stone walls of Elsinore Castle in a hard, cold, bitter wetness, and growing along the dark corridors, spreading and eating away at the peace of the entire Kingdom and her inhabitants. - Prince of Sorrows

She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, that, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but by her.

Si a los hombres se les hubiese juzgado según merecen, ¿quién se escaparía de ser azotado?

Si el hombre, al terminar su vida, ignora siempre lo que podría ocurrir después, ¿qué importaría que la pierda tarde o presto?

such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.

The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and months, then suddenly it's over, it's perpetual destruction, perpetual divorce, perpetual adieu. It's like éternel retour, it's a koan. It's like falling in love and being smashed over and over again.’ 'You do, then, fall in love.’ 'Only with fictions, I love players, but actors are so ephemeral. And then there’s waiting for the perfect part, and being offered it the day after you've committed yourself to something utterly rotten. The remorse, and the envy and the jealousy. An old actor told me if I wanted to stay in the trade I had better kill off envy and jealousy at the start.

Te ruego que recites el pasaje tal como te lo he declamado yo,con soltura y naturalidad,pues si lo haces a voz en grito,como acostumbran muchos de nuestros actores,valdría más que diera mis versos a que los voceara el pregonero . Guardate también de aserrar demasiado el aire,así con la mano. Moderación en todo,pues hasta en medio del mismo torrente,tempestad y aún podría decir to torbellino de tu pasión,debes tener y mostrar aquella templanza que hace suave y elegante la expresión. ¡Oh! me hiere el alma oir desgarrar una pasión hasta convertirla en jirones y verdaderos guiñapos,hediendo los oídos de los "mosqueteros" que por lo general,son incapaces apreciar otra cosa que incomprensibles pantomimas y barullo. De buena gana mandaría azotar a ese energúmeno por exagerar el tipo de Termagante....¡¡Esto es ser más herodista que Herodes...!¡ Evitalo tú,por favor! No seas tampoco demasiado tímido;en ésto tu propia discreción debe guiarte. Que la acción corresponda a la palabra y la palabra a la acción,poniendo un especial cuidado en no traspasar los límites de la sencillez de la naturaleza,porque todo lo que a ella se opone ,se aparta igualmente del propio fin del arte dramático,cuyo objeto, tanto en su origen como en los tiempos que corren,ha sido y es ,presentar,por decirlo así,un espejo a la Humanidad ; Mostrar a la virtud sus propios rasgos,al vicio su verdadera imgen y a cadaedad y generación su fisonomía y sello caraterístico . De donde resulta que si se carga la expresión o si esta languidece,por más que ello haga reir a los ignorantes,no podrá menos de disgustar a los discretos ,cuyo dictamen,aunque se trate de un solo hombre,debe pesar más en vuestra estima que el de todo un público compuesto de los otros. ¡Oh! cómicos hay a quienes he visto representar y a los que he oído elogiar ,y en alto grado,que, por no decirlo en malos términos, no teniendo ni acento ni traza de cristianos,de gentiles,ni tan siquiera de hombres,se pavoneaban y vociferaban de tal modo que llegué a pensar si proponiéndose algún mal artífice de la Naturaleza formar tal casta de hombres,le resultaron unos engendros: ¡Tan abominablemente imitaban la Humanidad! ¡Oh! Corregidlo del todo! y no permitáis que los que hacen de graciosos ejecuten más de lo que les esté indicado,porque alguno de ellos empiezan a dar risotadas para hacer reir a unos cuantos espectadores imbéciles,aún cuando en aquel preciso momento algún punto esencial de la pieza reclame la atención. Esto es indigno,y revela en los insensatos que lo practican la más estúpida pretensión.Id a prepararos

There is more in the world than is dreamt of in your philosophy, Doctor - or in the Merck Manual.

The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to set it right!

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— [Sings.] “For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

They are near the bottom of the food chain - a meal for fish and birds - while humans eat from the top of the food chain, consuming an astonishing array of what lies on the planet. But eventually, even we become food for the worms. Shakespeare saw this connection, writing in Hamlet, "A man may fish with a worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of a fish that hath fed of that worm.

This place looks like the last scene in Hamlet.

They say an old man is twice a child

They waited, none of them entirely convinced that the old man wouldn't appear before them again like the ghost of Hamlet's father or Jacob Marley or some other...

To be, or not to be: that is the question. That’s from Hamlet’s - maybe Shakespeare’s - most famous soliloquy. […] But what if Shakespeare - and Hamlet - were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.

To each our own Hamlet.

To every corner of the planet, to the young and old, to all humanity. I see your beauty. I really do.

We all still show too little respect for nature, which in Leonardo's deep words recalling Hamlet's speech "is full of infinite reasons which never appeared in experience." Every one of us human beings corresponds to one of the infinite experiments in which these "reasons of nature" force themselves into experience.

Well said, old mole!

what a silly, frail, and forward pieces are the best of men (647)!

When art is made new, we are made new with it. We have a sense of solidarity with our own time, and of psychic energies shared and redoubled, which is just about the most satisfying thing that life has to offer. 'If that is possible,' we say to ourselves, 'then everything is possible'; a new phase in the history of human awareness has been opened up, just as it opened up when people first read Dante, or first heard Bach's 48 preludes and fugues, or first learned from Hamlet and King Lear(/I> that the complexities and contradictions of human nature could be spelled out on the stage. This being so, it is a great exasperation to come face to face with new art and not make anything of it. Stared down by something that we don't like, don't understand and can't believe in, we feel personally affronted, as if our identity as reasonably alert and responsive human beings had been called into question. We ought to be having a good time, and we aren't. More than that, an important part of life is being withheld from us; for if any one thing is certain in this world it is that art is there to help us live, and for no other reason.

Who would fardels bear, To groan and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all;

We defy augury. There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows what is't to leave betimes, let be. (Hamlet 5.2.217-224)

¿Aparentar? No señora, yo no sé aparentar. Ni el color negro de este manto, ni el traje acostumbrado en solemnes lutos, ni los interrumpidos sollozos, ni en los ojos un abundante río, ni la dolorida expresión del semblante, junto con las fórmulas, los ademanes, las exterioridades de sentimiento; bastarán por sí solos, mi querida madre, a manifestar el verdadero afecto que me ocupa el ánimo. Estos signos aparentan, es verdad; pero son acciones que un hombre puede fingir... Aquí, aquí dentro tengo lo que es más que apariencia, lo restante no es otra cosa que atavíos y adornos del dolor.

Act – make an event. Smash the coordinates and see where the smithereens fly. Let in the madness, and be sure to be a danger to oneself and others. Too much thinking turns you into that fool Hamlet.

A murderer and a villain; a slave that is not twentieth part the tithe of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; a cutpurse of the empire and the rule

And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.

A vontade e o destino andam tanto a contrário que o mais leve projeto é sempre letra morta.

Así acontece frecuentemente a los hombres. Cualquier defecto natural en ellos, sea el de su nacimiento, del cual no son culpables (puesto que nadie puede escoger su origen), sea cualquier desorden ocurrido en su temperamento, que muchas veces rompe los límites y reparos de la razón, o sea cualquier hábito que se aparte demasiado de las costumbres recibidas llevando a estos hombres consigo el signo de un solo defecto que imprimió en ellos la naturaleza o el acaso, aunque sus virtudes fuesen tantas cuantas es concedido a un mortal, y tan puras como la bondad celeste; serán no obstante amancilladas en el concepto público, por aquel único vicio que las compaña. Un solo adarme de mezcla quita el valor al más precioso metal y le envilece.

A thought expressed is a falsehood." In poetry what is not said and yet gleams through the beauty of the symbol, works more powerfully on the heart than that which is expressed in words. Symbolism makes the very style, the very artistic substance of poetry inspired, transparent, illuminated throughout like the delicate walls of an alabaster amphora in which a flame is ignited. Characters can also serve as symbols. Sancho Panza and Faust, Don Quixote and Hamlet, Don Juan and Falstaff, according to the words of Goethe, are "schwankende Gestalten." Apparitions which haunt mankind, sometimes repeatedly from age to age, accompany mankind from generation to generation. It is impossible to communicate in any words whatsoever the idea of such symbolic characters, for words only define and restrict thought, but symbols express the unrestricted aspect of truth. Moreover we cannot be satisfied with a vulgar, photographic exactness of experimental photoqraphv. We demand and have premonition of, according to the allusions of Flaubert, Maupassant, Turgenev, Ibsen, new and as yet undisclosed worlds of impressionability. This thirst for the unexperienced, in pursuit of elusive nuances, of the dark and unconscious in our sensibility, is the characteristic feature of the coming ideal poetry. Earlier Baudelaire and Edgar Allan Poe said that the beautiful must somewhat amaze, must seem unexpected and extraordinary. French critics more or less successfully named this feature - impressionism. Such are the three major elements of the new art: a mystical content, symbols, and the expansion of artistic impressionability. No positivistic conclusions, no utilitarian computation, but only a creative faith in something infinite and immortal can ignite the soul of man, create heroes, martyrs and prophets... People have need of faith, they need inspiration, they crave a holy madness in their heroes and martyrs. ("On The Reasons For The Decline And On The New Tendencies In Contemporary Literature")

At være eller ikke være - det gider vi sgu ikke lære!

As Hamlet said to Ophelia, ”God has given you one face, and you make yourself another." The battle between these two halves of identity...Who we are and who we pretend to be, is unwinnable. "Just as there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. One that we reveal to the world and another we keep hidden inside. A duality governed by the balance of light and darkness, within each of us is the capacity for both good and evil. But those who are able to blur the moral dividing line hold the true power.

Clement, usually a fluent speaker in any situation, could hear his voice assuming a pompous and affected tone, not unlike that which many actors use (wrongly in Clement's view) when playing Polonius.

But I have that within which passes show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe

Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.

Danny strolled to the town common, sat on one of the benches in Teenytown and took one of the bottles out of the bag, looking down on it like Hamlet with Yorick's skull

Even truth can be deceptive, whatever its appearance.

Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world.