Mortality In Hamlet Quotes

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

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.

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!

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?

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

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Shakespeare said: “There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.” Everything happens perfectly.

What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and
heaven?

I do not set my life at a pin’s fee,
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

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 thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.