Hamlet Quotes

Frailty, thy name is woman!

Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not seems. / ’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, / Nor customary suits of solemn black, / Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath, / No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, / Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, / Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, / That can denote me truly.

But I have that within which passeth show; / These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

O that this too too solid flesh would melt, / Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! / Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d / His canon ’gainst self-slaughter. O God! O God!

He was a man, take him for all in all, / I shall not look upon his like again.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

This above all: to thine own self be true; / And it must follow, as the night the day, / Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be: / For loan oft loses both itself and friend; / And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, / That ever I was born to set it right.