Grief Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 3

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

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 sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Patch grief with proverbs.

— 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

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

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

— William Shakespeare

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

None can cure their harms by wailing them.

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare