Top 52 Shakespeare Sorrow Quotes
#1. Frailty, thy name is woman!
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears: -
William Shakespeare
#2. Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?
William Shakespeare
#3. Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, divides one thing entire to many objects: like perspectives which, rightly gaz'd upon, show nothing but confusion:
William Shakespeare
#4. Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
William Shakespeare
#5. Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow!
William Shakespeare
#6. Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.
William Shakespeare
#8. T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. King Henry VIII. II.3
William Shakespeare
#9. Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
William Shakespeare
#10. My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!
William Shakespeare
#11. He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
William Shakespeare
#14. Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
William Shakespeare
#15. Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
William Shakespeare
#16. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills
William Shakespeare
#17. And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
William Shakespeare
#18. Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It
William Shakespeare
#19. Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.
William Shakespeare
#20. Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain ...
William Shakespeare
#21. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors and talk of wills; And yet not so - for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
William Shakespeare
#23. Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight
William Shakespeare
#24. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight:
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
William Shakespeare
#25. Shakespeare has united the powers of exciting laughter and sorrow not only in one mind, but in one composition.
Samuel Johnson
#26. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
William Shakespeare
#27. Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business,
Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care
Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.
William Shakespeare
#28. Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
William Shakespeare
#29. Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
William Shakespeare
#32. Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,
Ang'ring itself and others.
William Shakespeare
#33. So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.
William Shakespeare
#35. I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
William Shakespeare
#37. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears.
William Shakespeare
#38. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?
William Shakespeare
#39. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain
William Shakespeare
#40. That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel ...
William Shakespeare
#41. For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it and sets it light.
William Shakespeare
#45. An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd,
Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:
So of concealed sorrow may be said;
Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage;
But when the heart's attorney once is mute,
The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.
William Shakespeare
#46. No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
William Shakespeare
#47. Siward: Then he is dead?
Ross: Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by the worth, for then
It hath no end.
William Shakespeare
#48. The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are mere shadows to the unseen grief which swells with silence in the tortured soul.
There lies the substance.
William Shakespeare
#51. Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;
Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.
William Shakespeare
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