Grief Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 2

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

— William Shakespeare

For grief is crowned with consolation.

— William Shakespeare

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

— William Shakespeare

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows

— William Shakespeare

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

— William Shakespeare

Great griefs medicine the less.

— William Shakespeare

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.

— William Shakespeare

Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds.

— William Shakespeare

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.

— William Shakespeare

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

— William Shakespeare

A heavier task could not have been impos'd, Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.

— William Shakespeare

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

— William Shakespeare

“My grief lies all within; and these external manner of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence…

— William Shakespeare

Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time…

— William Shakespeare

And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy…

— William Shakespeare

Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up…

— 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

“My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.”

— William Shakespeare

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

— William Shakespeare

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence…

— William Shakespeare

Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold…

— William Shakespeare

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more…

— 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

My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.…

— William Shakespeare

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;…

— William Shakespeare

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me…

— William Shakespeare

I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;…

— William Shakespeare

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward…

— William Shakespeare

“Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest…

— 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

“I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;…

— William Shakespeare

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

— William Shakespeare

Tears water our growth.

— William Shakespeare

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

— William Shakespeare

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

— William Shakespeare

Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?

— William Shakespeare