“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.”
“Use them after your own honour and dignity; the less they deserve, the more merit in your bounty. - Hamlet to Polonius”
“What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.”
“Maybe I got sick of accusations, sick of being Polonius's daughter, and Laertes's sister, and Hamlet's girlfriend. Maybe I wanted, for a short while, simply to be myself.”
“Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate. ”
“Love is as hard to hide as hate.”