Grief Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 2

Parting is such sweet sorrow

— William Shakespeare

Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds.

— William Shakespeare

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.

— William Shakespeare

Great griefs medicine the less.

— William Shakespeare

Tears water our growth.

— William Shakespeare

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

— William Shakespeare

For grief is crowned with consolation.

— William Shakespeare

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

— William Shakespeare

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

— William Shakespeare

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

— William Shakespeare

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

— William Shakespeare

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

— William Shakespeare

When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

— William Shakespeare

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in…

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far…

— William Shakespeare

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could,…

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

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

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

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me…

— 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

No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue…

— William Shakespeare

Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me…

— William Shakespeare

Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold…

— William Shakespeare

“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

Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn…

— 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

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in…

— William Shakespeare

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows

— William Shakespeare

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

— William Shakespeare

But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to partwith thee.

— William Shakespeare

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

— William Shakespeare

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

— William Shakespeare