Hamlet: Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
That would not let me sleep: methought I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes.
line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
Related quotes
Hamlet: I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 4 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
First Clown [digs and sings]: In youth when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet
To contract–o–the time, for–a–my behove,
Oh, methought, there–a–was nothing–a–meet.
line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Romanian
Hamlet: To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.
line from Hamlet by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
I must be cruel, only to be kind: thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
William Shakespeare in Hamlet
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy!
Queen Gertrude: O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Hamlet: Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
line from Hamlet by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
Hamlet: It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman.
line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Romanian
Hamlet [aside]: A little more than kin and less than kind.
line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy!
Hamlet: Give me that man
That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him
In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
King Claudius: How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Hamlet: Excellent, i' faith, of the chameleon's dish. I eat the air, promise-crammed. You cannot feed capons so.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
A final house stands at this hamlet's site (In diesem Dorfe steht das letzte Haus)
A final house stands at this hamlet's site,
as lonesome as the final house on earth.
The road, unhindered by the hamlet's girth
keeps walking slowly out into the night.
The hamlet is but a transition side
of two expanses, anxious, terrified;
its walk along the houses mere relay.
And those that leave the hamlet wander wide
and many die perhaps along the way.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke (19 September 1901), translated by Walter Aue
Submitted by anonym
Vote! | Copy!
Hamlet is a remarkably easy role. Physically it's hard because it tends to be about three hours long and you're talking the whole time. But it's a simple role and it adapts itself very well, because the thing about Hamlet is, we all are Hamlet.
quote by Liev Schreiber
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
What Sits Before Me
Fighting just to breath.
Fighting just to see.
Fighting just to be.
Through these clouds.
A divided shroud.
And my heart pounds.
So scared of what it'll take to be free.
A unpredictable destiny.
With fortunes at the hands of no one.
A unmeasurable mercy.
I'm begging you please.
I'm tired of being stuck in the middle of the angels killing fields.
And I can do nothing to stop it.
A topic I just can't drop.
Fighting just to breath.
Fighting just to see.
Fighting just to be.
A mere existence that by itself means nothing.
What is done with it is something.
As I reach the bottom of another bottle.
I realize I still feel so hollow.
An empty shell wishing for a escape from this hell.
Make a offer I'll take it.
Trading my soul to the devil.
Let the sickness take.
Let the rotten melody escape.
Fighting just to breath.
Fighting just to see.
Fighting just to be.
An unending cancer.
The saints are up there still dancing.
A party that is never ending.
Ignoring every part me.
Ignoring every sigh and scream.
Completely abandon.
I just can't take it.
I just can't take it any more.
Their has to be end to this monotonous slow death sentence.
I feel all options have fully explored.
I have the key but it is the wrong one.
Secrets must be unlocked by some one.
Is that suppose to be me?
A question that eats at me.
Everyday its repeated.
The evil has already been seeded and sown.
Fighting just to breath.
Fighting just to see.
Fighting just to be.
I can't understand it.
It is beyond my reason of the logical kind of thinking.
Mentally I thinking I'm breaking down.
A wheel that has been on the road for way to long.
The tread is already to far gone.
A darker then normal dawn.
A dead looking newborn fawn.
Skinny and underfed.
Not getting enough sleep.
With dreams of the yet to come.
The yet to come.
A godless world.
A concerning set circumstances sits before me.
I know what's wrong.
But no one will ever listen to such little voice.
Feeling like mouse making his squeaks.
While the lion roars.
This is why,
This is why I'm
Fighting just to breath.
Fighting just to see.
Fighting just to be.
Just to be my mere existence sits before me.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Dark Knight Comes Too Pass
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
From a mere boy
Being raised by the wolves
Living in the darkness for just too long
Something just went so wrong
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Was it a death so desperately
Forever in misery
A loves tragedy
Is always so sad to see
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
The not so dead family
A murder held with in their arms
With no recourse
With no remorse
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
He's the alternate ending
As the light comes to pass
Shadows lurk
They shouldn't be disturbed
Let them rest in peace
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Festered hate fills his eyes
As he is victimized
By those desecrated his loves ones grave
Becoming of the nightly terrors
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Harbour
ft. Sinead O'Connor
the street bears no relief
when everybody's fighting
the street bears no relief
with light so hot and binding
I run the stairs away
and walk into the nighttime
the sadness flows like water
and washes down the heartache
and washes down the heartache
my heart is full
my heart is wide
the saddest song to play
on the strings of my heart
the heat is on its own
the roof seems so inviting
a vantage point is gained
to watch the children fighting
so lead me to the harbour
and float me on the waves
sink me in the ocean
to sleep in a sailor's grave
to sleep in a sailor's grave
my heart is full
my heart is wide
the saddest song to play
on the strings of my heart
my heart is full
my heart is wide
song performed by by Moby from Play
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Harbour (feat. Sinad O'Connor)
the street bears no relief
when everybody's fighting
the street bears no relief
with light so hot and binding
i run the stairs away
and walk into the nighttime
the sadness flows like water
and washes down the heartache
and washes down the heartache
my heart is full
my heart is wide
the saddest song to play
on the strings of my heart
the heat is on its own
the roof seems so inviting
a vantage point is gained
to watch the children fighting
so lead me to the harbour
and float me on the waves
sink me in the ocean
to sleep in a sailor's grave
to sleep in a sailor's grave
my heart is full
my heart is wide
the saddest song to play
on the strings of my heart
my heart is full
my heart is wide, so wide
the saddest song to play
on the strings of my heart
song performed by by Moby
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Ace Of Such A Black Heart(Revised In Line Form)
Dear you know who.
I'm writing again.
For better or worse.
My card has been played.
Its my ace of such a black heart.
Forgive me for I don't look my best.
I've been through some stress.
Its what I use when I need to confess.
Its what, its what I use when I'm abused, confused.
No matter how much you hurt me I'll never lose.
For my mind is mine.
Rain or shine, everything will be fine.
But I must go I'm running out of time.
Dear you know who.
I'm writing again.
For better or worse.
My card has been played.
Its my ace of such black heart.
It never sways. No matter, how many hip hip hoorays.
It takes it place like a disease.
The fuel, the fire.
To burn, to urn.
What you want is what you need.
Just to breath, just to see.
Again and again.
I ask forgive me for my miss deeds, that lies in the malcontent of my heart. Be careful how hard you fight, how succulent you kiss.
Because love takes you, makes you, breaks you.
Tares you in two.
I'm fighting myself.
Dear you know who.
I'm writing again.
For better or worse.
My card has been played.
Its my ace of such a black heart.
I think I should of stayed.
But that wasn't the way.
You keep telling me it'll be okay.
But I know what I gave to the depraved.
I feel so indifferent.
My body goes numb.
I was dumb down the very last bone and now I must deal with this alone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Street Fighting Man
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Hey my name is called disturbance
Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock n roll band
In this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Plight.
Bear with me as I tell of my plight,
I am just an old man that cannot sleep at night.
I have counted millions of sheep in my time,
Even written verses that usually rhyme.
Full moon nights are really the worse
For then I am compelled to write more verse.
Sleeping tablets I have take by the score,
These make things worse and cause me to snore.
I have had hot baths before going to bed,
These make my skin wrinkly and red.
Cold showers I have tried to make me sleep,
But I only end up counting more sheep.
They say as one gets older one does not need so much sleep.
When I hear this psuedo wisdom I just want to weep.
When I was young eight hours sleep was just right.
It saw me through a long restful night.
If just for once I could sleep through the night,
I would not ask you to bear with my plight.
poem by Bernard Shaw
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hamlet: There are more things in heaven and earth Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
line from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
Hamlet: Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what
replication should be made by the son of a king?
line from Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Romanian