Quotes About Emotion

Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, And when you laugh, laugh like hell, And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

I care so much about everything that I care about nothing

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Grief makes one hour ten

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Women's weapon, water-drops

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,For 'tis of aspics' tongues!

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,Lives not alone immured in the brain.

Ophelia:'Tis brief, my lord.Hamlet: As woman's love.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meatsDid coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.Would I had met my dearest foe in heavenEre I had ever seen that day.

O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear.

O! a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms,The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,Liege of all loiters and malcontents.

You are my true and honorable wife,As dear to me as are the ruddy dropsThat visit my sad heart.

I have given suck, and knowHow tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:I would, while it was smiling in my face,Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as youHave done to this.

O God! Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me.If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,Absent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story.

A very beadle to a humorous sigh.

But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;They are not ever jealous for the cause,But jealous for they are jealous; 'tis a monsterBegot upon itself, born on itself.