Quotes About Emotion

How much better to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

There's no face more sincere than one washed in tears.

All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary.

She loves him with an enraged affection, it is past the infinite of thought.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you? HAMLET Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.

O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong: To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

In love? Out- Of love? Out of her favour where I am in love.

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?

El amor es humo hecho de vapor de suspiros; si halla consumacion, es fuego chispeante en los ojos enamorados, de lo contrario, trocase en un mar de lagrimas enamoradas

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.

Oh, Romeo, Romeo! ¿Por qué eres Romeo? Renuncia a tu padre, abjura tu nombre; o, si no quieres esto, jura solamente amarme y ceso de ser una Capuleto.

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else suffer'd it will set the heart on fire.

What our contempt often hurls from us, We wish it our again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself

Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth;

And when I love thee not, chaos is come again.

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as roses, whose fair flower, Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

I sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright Who art cold as Hel, as dark as night

the hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.

What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Such a mad marriage never was before.

O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows!

Dolor moderado indica amor; dolor en exceso, pura necedad.

Love, and be silent.