They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?
The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.
They tire of quiet, that have known the storm
Yes, well, let me tell you that if nobody had ever learned to quote, very few people would be in love with La Rochefoucauld. I bet you I don't know ten souls who read him without a middleman.
She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.