Comfort Quotes by William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth

— William Shakespeare

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

— William Shakespeare

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

— William Shakespeare

Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.

— William Shakespeare

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.

— 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

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit,…

— William Shakespeare

Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!

— William Shakespeare

Even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering.

— William Shakespeare

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

— William Shakespeare

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

— William Shakespeare

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

— William Shakespeare

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

— William Shakespeare

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos,…

— William Shakespeare

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

— William Shakespeare

. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in…

— William Shakespeare

No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with…

— William Shakespeare

Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.

— William Shakespeare

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest…

— William Shakespeare

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man…

— William Shakespeare

Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.

— William Shakespeare

Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright…

— William Shakespeare