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Quote by William Shakespeare

“My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.”

Book:Othello

Work

Othello

Othello is a Shakespearean tragedy that delves into the complexities of human emotions, particularly jealousy and betrayal. The story revolves around the protagonist, Othello, a Moorish general, and his wife, Desdemona. The narrative unfolds as Othello's jealousy leads to tragic consequences. more

Author

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564 - April 23, 1616) was one of the greatest poets of the English Renaissance, renowned for his dramatic works. His plays spanned a variety of genres, including tragedy, comedy, and history, and have had a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

“I stood in my garden as the rain poured down, eyes closed, and when I opened them I thought to myself how I'd never seen anything more beautiful. Green flashed before my eyes; trees, leaves and grass, glittering with raindrops, the tears of angels weeping with sadness and joy; green, the colour of love, to remind me why I'm here.”

Love Inspirational Faith Hope Sadness Tears Reflection Persistence Bittersweet

Author:Sarah Brownlee

“Please don't tell me not to be sad. I know you don't like to see me hurting, but my sadness is mine to feel, not yours to heal. Let me be sad. It will pass in its own time. It always does.”

Life Sadness Heal Hurting

Author:Scott Stabile

“It's making me so sad that you are unreachable. My desire for your touch, and your lips. It's breaking me inside. I'm so scared you are the only one i will ever love. I'm so scared because I know there is no other you.”

Love Heart Dream Quotes Hope Fear Impossible Sadness Sad Distance Scared Dreaming Afraid Hurting Unreachable Love

Author:Salomé Steinz

“When Jean and his mother left Etreuilles, Monsieur Sureau had gathered for them great boxfuls of hawthorn and of snowballs which Madame Santeuil had not the courage to refuse. But, as soon as Jean's uncle had gone home, she threw them away, saying that they already had more than enough in the way of luggage. And then Jean cried because he had been separated from the darling creatures which he would have liked to take with him to Paris, and because of his mother's naughtiness.”

Love Sadness Longing Hawthorn Blossom

Book:Jean Santeuil