This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.— William Shakespeare
Wonderful Hamlet 2 quotations
They say a person needs just three things to be happy: 1. Someone to love 2. Something to do 3. Something to hope for.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.
The 7 habits of highly effective people.1. Be proactive. 2. Begin with the end in mind.3. Put first things first.4. Think win-win.5. Seek first to understand and then to be understood.6. Synergize. 7. Sharpen the saw.
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
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
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks
This is the very ecstasy of love.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Shakespeare said: "There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
" Everything happens perfectly.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
A man can smile and smile and be a villain.
From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
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?
More matter with less art.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.