William Shakespeare Ophelia Quotations

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

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

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

More matter with less art.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

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.

Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

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?

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.