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It is easy in adversity to despise death; real fortitude has he who can dare to be wretched. - Seneca (Lucius Annaeus Seneca) Light griefs do speak, white sorrow's tongue is bound. - Seneca (Lucius Annaeus Seneca) Those things which were hard to bear, are sweet to remember. [Lat., Quae fuit durum pati, Miminisse dulce est.] - Seneca (Lucius Annaeus Seneca), Hercules Furens (656) Light sorrows speak, but deeper ones are dumb. [Lat., Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.] - Seneca (Lucius Annaeus Seneca), Hippolytus (607) There is no day without sorrow. [Lat., Nulla dies maerore caret.] - Seneca (Lucius Annaeus Seneca), Troades (77) Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! - William Shakespeare Down, thou climbing sorrow. - William Shakespeare Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it, and sets it light. - William Shakespeare I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. - William Shakespeare I have, as when the sun doth light a storm, Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. - William Shakespeare It eases some, though none it ever cured, to think their sorrows others have endured. - William Shakespeare Joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow. - William Shakespeare Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining; though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps, and they who watch see time how slow it creeps. - William Shakespeare Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. - William Shakespeare '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 Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort. - William Shakespeare Wherever sorrow is, relief would be. If you sorrow at my grief in live, My giving love your sorrow and my grief Were both extermined. - William Shakespeare, As You Like It (Silvius at III, v) When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions: first, her father slain; Next, your son gone, and he most violent author Of his own just remove; the people muddied, Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgment, Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts; Last, and as much containing as all these, Her brother is in secret come from France, Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's death, Wherein necessity, of matter beggared, Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Claudius, King of Denmark at IV, v) When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Claudius, King of Denmark at IV, v) Laertes, was your father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart? - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Claudius, King of Denmark at IV,vii) Hysterica passion, down, thou climbing sorrow; Thy element's below. - William Shakespeare, King Lear (King Lear at II, iv) Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if felt with Scotland and yelled out Like syllable of dolor. - William Shakespeare, Macbeth (Macduff at IV, iii) Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break. - William Shakespeare, Macbeth (Malcolm at IV, iii) Your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. - William Shakespeare, Macbeth (Ross at V, viii) This sorrow's heavenly; It strikes where it doth love. - William Shakespeare, Othello the Moor of Venice (Othello at V, ii) Displaying page 6 of 8 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 [6] 7 8
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