O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

— William Shakespeare

Skyrocket Hamlet Theme quotations

Your worm is your only emperor for diet;

we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

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

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

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.

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

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

More matter with less art.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

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

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.