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Grief: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Great is Youth-equally great is Old Agegreat are Day and Night. Great is Wealth-great is Poverty-great is Expression-great is Silence.— WALT WHITMAN — Leaves of Grass. Great are the Myths. St. 3.
Great let me call him, for he conquered me.— YOUNG — The Revenge. Act I. Sc. 1.
High stations, tumult, but not bliss, create; None think the great unhappy, but the great.— YOUNG — Love of Fame. Satire I. L. 237.
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?— ADDISON — Cato. Act IV. Sc. 1.
O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief-holy herein, That, by the grief of One, came all our good. S.— E. B. BROWNING — Sonnets.
Exaggeration. Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well- That is light grieving!— E. B. BROWNING — Tears.
No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand.— DANTE — Hell. Canto V. L. 121.
In all the silent manliness of grief.— GOLDSMITH — Deserted Village. L. 384.
Oh! call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee, - Where is my brother gone?— MRS. HEMANS — The Child's First Grief.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe.— HOMER — Iliad. Bk. 22. L. 526.
Pope's trans. On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf. Time and change can do no more.— RICHARD HENGIST HORNE — Dirge.
The only cure for grief is action.— GEO. HENRY LEWES — The Spanish
Drama. Life of Lope De Vega. Ch. II. Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak! aa.— LONGFELLOW — Hyperion. Bk. II. Ch. IL.
There is a solemn luxury in grief.— WM. MASON — The English Garden.
What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?— MILTON — Comus. L. 362.
Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances. C.— Shakespeare — Titus Andronicus. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 79.
But I have That honourable grief lodg'd here which burns Worse than tears drown.— Shakespeare — Winter's Tale. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 110.
But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 85.
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er-skip, When grief hath mates.— Shakespeare — King Lear. Act III. Sc. 6. L. 113.
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 14.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 29.
For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.— Shakespeare — King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 69.
Great griefs, I see, medicine the less.— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 243.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?— Shakespeare — King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 93.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 193.
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: O, if I could, what grief should I forget!— Shakespeare — King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 48.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.— Shakespeare — All's Well That Ends Well. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 68.
Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 20
My grief lies all within; And these external manners of laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 295.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.— Shakespeare — Sonnet L.
Nor doth the general care Take hold on me, for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows And it is still itself.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 54.
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate. S.— Shakespeare — Henry VI. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 1.
O, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last, And careful hours with time's deform'd hand Have written strange defeatures in my face.— Shakespeare — Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 297.
Some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 73.
That we two are asunder; let that grieve him; Some griefs are medicinable.— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 32.
The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 209.
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it. X. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 216. You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 192.
Dark is the realm of grief: but human things Those may not know of who cannot weep for them.— SHELLEY — Otho. (A projected poem.)
Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year.— SHELLEY — Adonais. St. 18.
"Oh, but," quoth she, "great griefe will not be tould, And can more easily be thought than said."— SPENSER — Faerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto VII. St. 41.
He gave a deep sigh; I saw the iron enter into his soul.— STERNE — Sentimental Journey. The
C. Captive. Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. VI.
Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is passed away.— WORDSWORTH — On the Extinction of
the Venetian Republic.
Nullus dolor est quem non longinquitas temporis minuat ac molliat. There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.— CICERO — Epistolæ. IV. 5.
Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tam cari capitis? What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?— HORACE — Carmina. I. 24. 1.
Ponamus nimios gemitûs: flagrantior æquo Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major. Let us moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has received.— JUVENAL — Satiræ. XIII. 11.
Illa dolet vere qui sine teste dolet. She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.— MARTIAL — Epigrammata. I. 34. 4.
Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exæstuat intus, Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas. Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.— OVID — Tristium. V. 1. 63.
Curæ leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent. Light griefs are communicative, great ones stupefy.— SENECA — Hippolytus. 607.
Levis est dolor qui capere consilium potest. That grief is light which can take counsel.— SENECA — Medea. I. 55.
Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor. Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.— SENECA — Troades. 786.
Le ciel me prive d'une épouse qui ne m'a jamais donné d'autre chagrinque celuidesamort, Heaven deprives me of a wife who never caused me any other grief than that of her death. LOUIS XIV. Wer sich entschliessen kann, besiegt den Schmerz. He who is resolute conquers grief.— GOETHE — Torquato Tasso. III. 2. 84.
Se a ciascun l'interno affanno Si leggesse in fronte scritto, Quanti mai, che invidia fanno, Ci farebbero pietà! If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied!— METASTASIO — Giuseppe Riconosiuto. I.