Grief Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 4

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

— 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

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

— 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

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

— 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

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

— 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

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows

— William Shakespeare

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

— William Shakespeare

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

— 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

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

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

“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

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

— William Shakespeare