“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
A quick Google search tells me this quote is from a little ditty Shakespeare wrote called Macbeth. Here’s my paraphrase of what it means.
“Give sorrow words…” If you’re heart is aching, talk about it. We all need a safe place to vent. This is what counselors, therapists, and friends are for. If talking isn’t your thing, write about it. Journaling is therapy. Get the pent up angst out of your head and onto paper.
“the grief that does not speak…” Grief in our hearts is like a jabbering personality trying to process his/her emotions. We invite disaster if we silence that voice.
“knits up the o-er wrought heart…” Bottling up heartache is like putting a cork in a pressure cooker. If we bottle up heart ache it’ll ‘knit up’ which I think means stressed, tense, tight, and all knotted up.
“…and bids it break.” If we stuff those emotions long enough we’ll soon crack.
Good job, Mr. Shakespeare. Now if only you’d quit writing in King James English I might actually read Macbeth.