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How tired, stale, and pointless life is to me.
as superior to my uncle as a god is to a beast,
even before the tears on her cheeks had dried, she remarried.
O, fear me not.
When a youth grows into a man, he doesn’t just get bigger in his body—his responsibilities grow too.
he’s a slave to his family obligations.
It’s just like what happens to certain people who have some birth defect (which they are not responsible for, since nobody chooses how he’s born), or some weird habit or compulsion that changes them completely. It happens sometimes that one little defect in these people, as wonderful and talented as they may be, will make them look completely bad to other people. A tiny spot of evil casts doubt on their good qualities and ruins their reputations.
tell me why your church-buried bones have burst out of their coffin,
What are you reading, your highness? HAMLET A lot of words.
how are you both doing? ROSENCRANTZ Oh, as well as anybody.
Lady Luck is such a slut.
I’m such a beggar that even my thanks are not worth much.
Good heavens, man, give them more than that! If you pay everyone what they deserve, would anyone ever escape a whipping? Treat them with honor and dignity. The less they deserve, the more your generosity is worth.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
this happens all the time—people act devoted to God to mask their bad deeds.
the undiscovered country from which no visitor returns,
Blessed are those who mix emotion with reason in just the right proportion, making them strong enough to resist the whims of Lady Luck.
The promises we make to ourselves in emotional moments lose their power once the emotion passes.
Love is unreliable. A person with lots of money will always have friends, while one fallen on hard times makes an enemy of any friend he turns to for money.
When a great leader dies he doesn’t die alone but, like a whirlpool, draws others with him.
And like a person with two opposite things to do at once, I stand paralyzed and neglect them both.
Can a person be forgiven and still keep the fruits of his crime?
Repent what’s past. Avoid what is to come.
You’re making me look into my very soul, where the marks of sin are so thick and black they will never be washed away.
Sly words are never understood by fools.
What is a human being if he just eats and sleeps? Nothing more than a beast. God didn’t create us with such a huge power of thought and a divine capacity for reason in order for us not to use them.
From now on, if my thoughts aren’t violent I’ll consider them worthless.
Sadness and torment, suffering, hell itself—she makes them almost pretty.
as the days go by, time dampens the flame of love. The fire of love always burns itself out, and nothing stays the way it began. Even a good thing can grow too big and die from its own excess.
Don’t beat your brains out over it. You can’t make a slow donkey run by beating it.
It will be so high a peak that it scrapes against heaven and makes Mount Ossa look like a wart.
There was a kind of war in my brain that wouldn’t let me sleep.
It’s a good thing he’s here to recommend himself. No one else would.
