Emotions and Feelings

O! for a falconer’s voice,

 

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.

 

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

 

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

 

O! then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you …

 

Had I but served my God with half the zeal

 

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

 

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

 

This day is called the feast of Crispian:

 

He which hath no stomach to this fight,

 

If we are marked to die, we are enow

 

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts.

 

The game’s afoot:

 

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

 

When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

 

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

 

But there are moments which he calls his own,

 

If you wish—

 

Courage is not simply one of the virtues but the form of every virtue at the testing point.

 

Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.

 

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

 

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

 

Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?

 

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace!