Quotes About Emotion

Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!

Ai! Em teus olhos há maior perigo do que em vinte punhais dos teus parentes. Olha-me com doçura, e é quanto basta para me deixar invulnerável ao ódio deles.

For all that beauty that doth cover thee Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me. How can I then be elder than thou art?

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,   Which I by lacking have supposed dead;   And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,   And all those friends which I thought buried.

No, coz, I rather weep. - Benvolio

Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed.

Las palabras están llenas de falsedad o de arte; la mirada es el lenguaje del corazón.

Gracious Queen, even Herod of Judea wouldn't dare look at you unless you were in a good mood.

By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither arm'd against myself.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.

Love loving not itself, none other can.

Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.

L'amore, com'io penso, e la ingenuità d'una lingua impacciata, pur senza parlare, sanno significare molto.

O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!

And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Acest volum de-amor, amant r?zle?, De s-ar lega, ar fi f?r? de pre?

Slabosti tvoje ime je žena.

Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.

Gib Worte deinem Schmerz: Gram, der nicht spricht, / Presst das beladene Herz, bis dass es bricht.

My mistress is my mistress, this myself.

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

He was made uneasy by unbraked hilarity and by extremes of sorrow alike, especially the latter; he preferred life to sail along pleasantly and evenly, and this, he knew, was for him a minor sort of tragedy.

What causes human beings to inflict upon themselves these stupid little scissor snips of unhappy remembrance?