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Despondency: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

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!— K. J. iii. 4.

Preach some philosophy to make me mad, And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal; For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes, And teaches me to kill or hang myself.— K. J. iii. 4.

I am sick of this false world; and will love nought But even the mere necessities upon it. Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; Lie, where the light foam of the sea may beat Thy grave-stone daily.— T. A. iv. 3

How stiff is my vile sense, That I stand up and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows ! better I were distract, So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs ; And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose The knowledge of themselves.— K. L. iv. 6

O, that this too, too solid flesh would meit, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or, that the everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! fie on't! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.— H. i. 2.

Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it— T. iii. 3.

No longer for my flatterer. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.— R. III. v. 3

Nothing I'll bear from thee But nakedness, thou détestable town! Timon will to the woods; where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.— T. A. iv. 1.

What say you now? what comfort have we now? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,— R. II. iii. 2.

That bids me be of comfort any more.