Quotes About Affection

A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Speak low if you speak love.

I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.

Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.

By this hand, I love thee. Beatrice Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.

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

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.-Helena

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. -

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing. I am yours for the walk and especially when I walk away.

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you.

Come, sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love. Look, here I have you, thus I let you go, And give you to the gods.

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, both are infinite.

She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...

Oh, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence. Love takes the meaning in love's conference. I mean that my heart unto yours is knit So that but one heart we can make of it.

O,come,be buried A second time within these arms (They embrace)

Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself: And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor mortals mad!

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.