70 quotes found
“Sweets to the sweet.”
“The rest, is silence.”
“Brevity is the soul of wit.”
“What a piece of work is man!”
“They say an old man is twice a child”
“Conscience doth make cowards of us all.”
“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
“To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To...”
“O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?And shall I couple Hell?”
“I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each parti...”
“Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.”
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.”
“Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;But do not dull thy palm with entertainmentOf each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.”
“This above all: to thine own self be true.”
“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?...”
“Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall no...”
“O, that this too too solid flesh would meltThaw and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix'dHis canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!How weary, stale, flat and unprofitab...”
“Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears.”
“And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.”
“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?”
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
“A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.”
“There's a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.”
