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 Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 8:32 pm
Not many people actually know what shakespear meant by that. He was saying
'To live or not to live?'
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 12:20 am
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 1:57 am
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 wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
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;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
and thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
and enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn away,
and lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 2:04 am
eek
so, do you actually know that or did you copy and paste? ninja
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 2:14 am
Cataera eek so, do you actually know that or did you copy and paste? ninja the first couple lines... i knew... the rest was copy/paste
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 2:16 am
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 2:20 am
now take the movie "friday" i can quote almost the whole thing!
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 11:11 am
Yeah.. what if when we die all we end up in are nightmares..
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 12:39 pm
Japlish~Princess Yeah.. what if when we die all we end up in are nightmares.. hmmm.... interesting... i wonder what happens...
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 1:31 pm
spriteandapplepie 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 wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; 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;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
and thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
and enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn away,
and lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd. Whoa!!
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 2:24 pm
I don't know at all.
My question to him is: To be what or not to be what?
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 9:52 pm
God of the Black Flames I don't know at all. My question to him is: To be what or not to be what? *sigh* someone just doesnt get it...
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 1:11 am
I'd rather live than die, thanks...
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 10:17 pm
to me if my true love died or hated me i wouldn't want to be but if they loved me and they were alive i would want to be lol! biggrin heart
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:21 am
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