Quotes About Sorrow

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,That sees into the bottom of my grief?

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!

The big round tearsCours'd one another down his innocent noseIn piteous chase.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweet war not, joy delights in joy.

Now is this golden crown like a deep wellThat owes two buckets filling one another;The emptier ever dancing in the air,The other down, unseen and full of water:That bucket down and full of tears am I,Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd.

All my pretty ones?Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?What! all my pretty chickens and their damAt one fell swoop?

Of comfort no man speak:Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth;Let's choose executors and talk of wills.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front.

Love that comes too late,Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried.

But I have that within which passeth show;These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

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

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyesI all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow!Thy element's below.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows.

Very tragical mirth.

Some griefs are med'cinable.