Quotes About Emotion

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

You are in every line I have ever read.

I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disninterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her.

Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.

I must do something or I shall wear my heart away...

Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.

And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!

She wasn't] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.

And yet I love him. I love him so much and so dearly, that when I sometimes think my life may be but a weary one, I am proud of it and glad of it. I am proud and glad to suffer something for him, even though it is of no service to him, and he will never know of it or care for it.

You have been in every line I have ever read.

His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.

In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.

You speak so feelingly and so manfully, Charles Darnay

Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? -Because I'll never cry for you again.

But I am thinking like a lover, or like an ass: which I suppose is pretty nearly the same.

Lovers had loved before, and lovers would love again; but no lover had ever loved, might, could, would, or should ever love, as I loved Dora.

what such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance.

How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.

I kissed her cheek as she turned it to me. I think I would have gone through a great deal to kiss her cheek. But I felt the kiss was given to the coarse common boy as a piece of money might have been, and that it was worth nothing.