#Emotion Quotes

“If ever thou shalt love,In the sweet pangs of it remember me;For such as I am all true lovers are,Unstaid and skittish in all motions elseSave in the constant image of the creatureThat is beloved.”

“Love sees with the heart and not with mind.”

“I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.”

“How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!”

“Lords, knights and gentlemen, what I should sayMy tears gainsay; for every word I speak,Ye see I drink the water of my eye.”

“I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.”

“The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.”

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”

“The cheekIs apter than the tongue to tell an errand.”

“So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.”

“Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.”

“She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.”

“Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution”

“Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.”

“Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.”

“Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business,Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general careTake hold on me; for my particular griefIs of so floodgate and o'erbearing natureThat it engluts and swallows other sorrows,And it is still itself.”

“How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!”

“A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.”

“Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.”

“They love least that let men know their loves.”

“I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.”

“Ah me, how weak a thingThe heart of woman is!”

“Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.”

“He makes a July's day short as December.”

“Write till your ink be dry, and with your tearsMoist it again, and frame some feeling lineThat may discover such integrity.”

“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.”