Quotes About Emotion

Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.

The notion that I might have been able to court friends, win attention, conjure it, would have spoiled it for me. Unbidden love was what I wanted.

I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Every girl wants songs written about her. Even the most hardened tattoo-covered punk rock girl would love a nice ballad written for her.

Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.

Poetry is another space, like love, where we extend that extra credit to the writer.

For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.

But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?

People in love, in whom every sense is open, cannot beat off the influence of a place.

But the love of offspring...tender and beautiful as it is, can not as sentiment rank with conjugal love.

You fell in love with me?

A great matter calls her son with terms like deal, and love.

A girl in love will do a good deal.

..still to have loved her without return would have lifted you higher than all those, be they who they may, that have ever known her to love.

God is an experience of supreme love.

Allo, darlin'. Oi'm so glad to see it's love at first sight for you, too.

Love is itself an expression of strength.

I love, love, love to rehearse, but when you're rehearsing and then you go do it at night, it's a very weird thing.

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.

There is no language that love does not speak.