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Hamlet (1996)

Hamlet: I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum.

Hamlet: There are more things in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Marcellus: There bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Hamlet: A little more than kin but less than kind.

Hamlet: For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Hamlet: Frailty, thy name is woman!

Polonius: Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.

Hamlet: Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not "seems."

Hamlet: 'Tis now the very witching time of night, when church yards yawn and hell itself breathes out.

Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio - a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung these lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?

Hamlet: If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.

Hamlet: O, from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!

Hamlet: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal - except my life, except my life.

Hamlet: 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.

Hamlet: But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Hamlet: 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 take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. --------

Hamlet: What a piece of work is man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving how express and admirable. In action, how like an angel. In apprehension, how like a God. The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust. Man delights not me.

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