Be Or Not To Be Quotes

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.

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 be or not to be is not the question.
The question is whether you can transcend these notions.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.

[As] authorities “over” us are removed, as we wobble out on our own, the question of whether to be or not to be arises with real relevance for the first time, since the burden of being is felt most fully by the self-determining self.

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?

A new report claims that William Shakespeare was a marijuana user and may have been high when he wrote some of his plays. Which explains that one line: ‘To be, or not to be . . . Wait, what was the question?’

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

To be or not to be isn’t the question. The question is how to prolong being.

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.

It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.

To be or not to be?’ That is not the question. What is the question? The question is not one of being, but of becoming. ‘To become more or not to become more’ This is the question faced by each intelligence in our universe.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

To be or not to be. That’s not really a question.

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 date or not to date that is the question. It’s almost as important as Shakespeare’s to be or not to be which deals with death.

To be, or not to be: what a question!

The question is not “To be or not to be,” it is what we should be until we are not.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

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

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

To be or not to be is not a question of compromise. Either you be or you don’t be.

To be or not to be, that is the choice

“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.

Listen to me: a family man is never a real family man. An assassin is never entirely assassin. They play a role, you understand. While a dead man, he is really dead. To be or not to be, right?

The Play’s the Thing, wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

To die, to sleep – To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

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.