Emotion Quotes

“To weep is to make less the depth of grief.”

“And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.”

“The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.”

“She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.”

“But there is no such man; for, brother, menCan counsel and speak comfort to that griefWhich they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,Their counsel turns to passion, which beforeWould give preceptial medicine to rage,Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,Charm ache with air and agony with words.”

“Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?”

“In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.”

“This is the very ecstasy of love.”

“Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.”

“This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.”

“Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo”

“You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!”

“Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.”

“By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.”

“If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.”

“But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.”

“When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?”

“O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!”

“I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.The imaginary relish is so sweetThat it enchants my sense.”

“If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground”

“How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?”

“Passion makes the will lord of the reason.”

“Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yetCould rule them both without ten women's wit.”

“Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.”

“A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.”