Best 33 quotes in «hamlet and ophelia quotes» category

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

More matter with less art.

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below

From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?

With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd 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?