William Shakespeare Grieving Quotations

Tears water our growth.

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burd'ned with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain: So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, With urging helpless patience wouldst relieve me; But if thou live to see like right bereft, This fool-begged patience in thee will be left.

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving.

My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

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

Grief makes one hour ten.

Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?