“My grief lies all within; and these external manner of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to partwith thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind; But then the mind much sufferance doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I do believe you think what now you speak, but what we do determine oft we break. Purpose is but the slave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image