“I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.”
Sad feeling
Sad Quotes — page 212 of 475
“Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!”
“Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.”
“The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.”
“Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offense?”
“O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth?”
“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.”
“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”
“And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.”
“Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.”
“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.”
“Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.”
“Fill all thy bones with aches.”
“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!”
“Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.”
“No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.”
“Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.”
“Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.”
“April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.”
“The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.”