Appearance versus Reality Quotes in Hamlet

This is the very ecstasy of love, / Whose violent property fordoes itself, / And leads the will to desperate undertakings, / As oft as any passion under heaven / That does afflict our natures.

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

Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

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

I have heard / That guilty creatures sitting at a play, / Have by the very cunning of the scene, / Been struck so to the soul that presently / They have proclaim’d their malefactions.

I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.

More matter, with less art.

Is it not monstrous that this player here, / But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, / Could force his soul so to his own conceit / That from her working all his visage wan’d; / Tears in his eyes, distraction in’s aspect, / A broken voice, and his whole function suiting / With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! / For Hecuba?

O ’tis too true! / How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! / The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art, / Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it / Than is my deed to my most painted word.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.