Hamlet Revenge Quotes

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

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

Shakespeare said: "There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow." Everything happens perfectly.

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a 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.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

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

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would 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 particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

A man can smile and smile and be a villain.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

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

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.

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

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

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.

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life

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

'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.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation: To this point I stand,-- That both the worlds I give to negligence, Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd.

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?

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

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?

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.

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: 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. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.