Quotes About Emotion

Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger,Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

Let not women's weapons, waterdrops,Stain my man's cheeks!

Thou hast done a deed whereat valor will weep.

My fell of hairWould at a dismal treatise rouse and stirAs life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors.

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.

Jaques: What stature is she of?Orlando: Just as high as my heart.

My love'sMore richer than my tongue.

Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

I humbly do beseech you of your pardonFor too much loving you.

Why, let the stricken deer go weep,The hart ungalled play;For some must watch, while some must sleep:So runs the world away.

Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

Relenting fool, and shallow changing woman!

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

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

Farewell, fair cruelty.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sortAs if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spiritThat could be mov'd to smile at anything.

'Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with wordsSince I first call'd my brother's father dad.

Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate and furious,Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

Had he not resembledMy father as he slept I had done 't.

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

Sweets to the sweet.

A sad tale's best for winter.I have one of sprites and goblins.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.