William Shakespeare Quotes about Grief - Page 2
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?