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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
Sep 12, 2025
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Shakespeare said: "There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow." Everything happens perfectly.
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?
From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
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.
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
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Of course 'Hamlet' is a debate about the nature and morality of revenge and whether it is right to do something to assuage your angry feelings.
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
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?
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
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 be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: 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 die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
This above all; to thine own self be true.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
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