Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Communication Quotes, Grief Quotes, Sorrow Quotes

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have...

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have...

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon...

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon...

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet...

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet...

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his...

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his...

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more...

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more...

Maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds and just...

Maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds and just...

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.

Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.

Who can be patient in extremes?

Who can be patient in extremes?

I am a feather for each wind that blows

I am a feather for each wind that blows

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

Spectacular achievement is always preceded by unspectacular preparation.

Spectacular achievement is always preceded by unspectacular preparation.

It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.

It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.