William Shakespeare Sad Quotes

• The course of true love never did run smooth.

  William Shakespeare

  Love, Life, Summer

  'A Midsummer Night's Dream' (1595-6) act 1, sc. 1, l. 132

• Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Pain, Heart

  William Shakespeare (1858). “Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems”, p.648

• The instruments of darkness tell us truths.

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Truth, Darkness

  'Macbeth' (1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 123

• Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Sweet, Heart

  William Shakespeare (2013). “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English”, p.8759, BookCaps Study Guides

• O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Art, Eye

  William Shakespeare (1790). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: Venus and Adonis. The rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. The passionate pilgrim. A lover's complaint. Titus Andronicus. Romeus and Juliet. Appendix, glossarial index. Vol. 10”, p.306

• So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Self, Comfort

  William Shakespeare (2016). “The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition: The Complete Works”, p.2874, Oxford University Press

• Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Hate, Ifs

  William Shakespeare (1973). “Shakespeare’s Sonnets: The Problems Solved”, p.186, Springer

• Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Art, Jewels

  William Shakespeare (1838). “The Pictorial edition of the works of Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. [8 vols., including a vol. entitled William Shakspere, by C. Knight].”

• Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Tired, Desert

  Sonnet 66

• No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.

  William Shakespeare

  Sad, Giving, Sullen

  Sonnet 71

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