Sorrow Quotes by William Shakespeare

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

— William Shakespeare

“I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.”

— William Shakespeare

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

— William Shakespeare

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

— William Shakespeare

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

— William Shakespeare

Parting is such sweet sorrow

— William Shakespeare

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.

— William Shakespeare

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

— William Shakespeare

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

— William Shakespeare

Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.

— William Shakespeare

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

— William Shakespeare

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the…

— 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

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful…

— William Shakespeare

Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time…

— William Shakespeare

Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto…

— William Shakespeare

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is…

— William Shakespeare

Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! But it means that they have the ability to deal with…

— 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

Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame…

— William Shakespeare

Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better…

— William Shakespeare

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of…

— William Shakespeare

“Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her…

— William Shakespeare

“The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are…

— William Shakespeare

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake,…

— 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

“I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me…

— 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

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her…

— William Shakespeare

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

— William Shakespeare

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

— William Shakespeare

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

— William Shakespeare

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare