Grief Quotes by William Shakespeare

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

— William Shakespeare

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

— William Shakespeare

Parting is such sweet sorrow

— William Shakespeare

My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

— William Shakespeare

None can cure their harms by wailing them.

— William Shakespeare

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

— William Shakespeare

Patch grief with proverbs.

— William Shakespeare

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

— William Shakespeare

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

— William Shakespeare

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

— William Shakespeare

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

— William Shakespeare

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

— William Shakespeare

What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.

— William Shakespeare

Grief best is pleased with grief's society ...

— William Shakespeare

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

— William Shakespeare

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

— William Shakespeare

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far…

— William Shakespeare

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could,…

— William Shakespeare

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

— William Shakespeare

“What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Like…

— William Shakespeare

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in…

— William Shakespeare

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

— William Shakespeare

“Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault: Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish…

— William Shakespeare

When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help…

— William Shakespeare

Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with…

— William Shakespeare

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake,…

— William Shakespeare

“The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are…

— William Shakespeare

Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose…

— William Shakespeare

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his…

— William Shakespeare

But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel;…

— William Shakespeare

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that…

— William Shakespeare

“Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding…

— William Shakespeare

“When Rosencrantz asks Hamlet, "Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own…

— William Shakespeare

“I do believe you think what now you speak, but what we do determine oft we break. Purpose is but the slave…

— William Shakespeare

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving…

— William Shakespeare

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants…

— William Shakespeare

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill…

— William Shakespeare

“Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the…

— William Shakespeare

“O all you host of heaven!O Earth! waht else? And shall i couple hell? O Fie! Hold, hold, my heart And you,…

— William Shakespeare

Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn…

— William Shakespeare