Be Or Not To Be Quotes by Mignon McLaughlin, William Shakespeare, Chuck Palahniuk, Mark Twain, Daniel Lee, Golda Meir and many others.
It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.
The Play’s the Thing, wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
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?
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?
To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.
To be or not to be, that is the choice
To be or not to be is not a question of compromise. Either you be or you don’t be.
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
To be, or not to be: what a question!
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
My favorite play is Hamlet. It was my first love when it comes to Shakespeare, and I’ve read it and seen it performed more than just about every other Shakespeare play. I’ve had the “To be or not to be” monologue memorized since I was 15, and it’s just really close to my heart.
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.
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
“To be or not to be is” [by William Shakespeare] beyond anything I can comprehend. I understand it on a superficial level, but the depth of it just boggles my mind. I think it’s probably the greatest of all speeches ever written.
To die, to sleep – To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.
