Grief Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 3

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

— 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

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

In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.

— William Shakespeare

“The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.”

— William Shakespeare

“Like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart.”

— William Shakespeare

Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in…

— 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

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a…

— William Shakespeare

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

— William Shakespeare

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and…

— William Shakespeare

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief

— William Shakespeare

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

— William Shakespeare

Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . .…

— 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

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

— William Shakespeare

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate.

— William Shakespeare

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

— William Shakespeare

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

— William Shakespeare

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

— William Shakespeare

Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.

— William Shakespeare

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop

— William Shakespeare

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

— William Shakespeare

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

— William Shakespeare

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

— William Shakespeare

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

— William Shakespeare

Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet Could rule them both without ten women's wit.

— William Shakespeare

“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.”

— William Shakespeare

“Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in…

— William Shakespeare

To persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.

— William Shakespeare

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my…

— William Shakespeare

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth…

— William Shakespeare

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow…

— William Shakespeare

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

— William Shakespeare