Hamlet quotes about death
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub.
The rest is silence.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
The King is dead, long live the King.
O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty!
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in ‘t.
Give me your pardon, sir: I’ve done you wrong.
The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
The readiness is all.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
I am killed with mine own treachery.
They say an old man is twice a child.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
The rest is silence.
This is the impostume of much wealth and peace, that inward breaks, and shows no cause without why the man dies.
There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
I do know of these that therefore only are reputed wise for saying nothing.
I must be cruel, but only to be kind.
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage.
Give me that man that is not passion’s slave.
When he is fit and seasoned for his passage… Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well.
Being thus benetted round with villainies.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in ‘t.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince.
What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
But I am pigeon-livered and lack gall.
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.
Why, then, ’tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
I shall not look upon his like again.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
I loved you ever.
The rest is silence.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.