Quotes About Emotion

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing. I am yours for the walk and especially when I walk away.

And now, tell me, for which of my bad qualities did you first fall in love with me?' 'All of them together,' she said. 'They maintained such a well organised state of evil that they wouldn't allow any good quality to intermingle with them

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you.

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!

There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery, for where a heart is hard they make no battery.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

If you find him sad, say I am dancing. If in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood beget hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring, And these the showers to bring it on..

O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.