Quotes About Emotions

If you love and get hurt, love more. If you love more and hurt more, love even more. If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more...

Malcolm: Dispute it like a man.Macduff: I shall do so;But I must also feel it as a man:I cannot but remember such things were,That were most precious to me.

For to be wise, and love,Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

A grievous burden was thy birth to me;Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am boundUpon a wheel of fire, that mine own tearsDo scald like molten lead.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig;Some, that are mad if they behold a cat.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an officeWhich the false man does easy.

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity;And pity 'tis 'tis true.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.

Prosperity's the very bond of love,Whose fresh complexion and whose heart togetherAffliction alters.

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones:Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them soThat heaven's vaults should crack. She's gone forever.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot seeThe pretty follies that themselves commit.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

To see sad sights moves more than hear them told.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.

A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mockThe meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in blissWho, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;But, O! what damned minutes tells he o'erWho dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet soundly loves!

How oft when men are at the point of deathHave they been merry!

I understand thy kisses and thou mine,And that's a feeling disputation.

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still.

Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;And after summer evermore succeedsBarren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

How all the other passions fleet to air,As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac'd despair,And shuddering fear, and green-ey'd jealousy.