Quotes About Emotion

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

William Shakespeare

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

It is my lady. O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.

O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace.

I'll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. For if you love me I will always be in your heart; if you hate me I will always be in your mind.

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.

O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.