Quotes About Emotions

But jealous souls will not be answered so. They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Whoever is born on a day I forget to send a message to Antony will die a beggar. Bring ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Charmian, did I ever love Caesar as much as this? Oh, that splendid Caesar! May you choke on any other sentiments like that! Say, "That splendid Antony." The courageous Caesar! By Isis, I'll give you bloody teeth if you ever compare Caesar with Antony, my best man among men.

For women fear too much, even as they love, And women's fear and love hold quantity, In neither aught, or in extremity. Now what my love is, proof hath made you know, And as my love is sized, my fear is so: Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear. Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!

Patience perforce with willful choler meeting/Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting./I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,/Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall.

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do. It cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. (2.2.17-19)

L'amor d'homes dolents es converteix en por; la por en odi, i l'odi fa que l'un, o bé tots dos, esdevinguin perill d'una mort merescuda.

Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief.

Tell me, sweet lord, what is 't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth And start so often when thou sit'st alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part.

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I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.

I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave. Thus losers part.

William Shakespeare

Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.

If you were men, as men you are in show, You would not use a gentle lady so; To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.

Le han visto allí muchas mañanas, aumentando con su llanto el rocío de la mañana, añadiendo a las nubes sus nubes de suspiros. Mas, en cuanto el sol, que todo alegra, comienza a descorrer por el remoto oriente las oscuras cortinas del lecho de Aurora, mi melancólico hijo huye de la luz y se encierra solitario en su aposento, cerrando las ventanas, expulsando toda luz y creándose una noche artificial

If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it