Quotes About Devotion

In love? Out- Of love? Out of her favour where I am in love.

Let not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment...

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend. Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!

And when I love thee not, chaos is come again.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon, than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

Thou art a votary to fond desire

Mi pecado en tu boca se ha purgado. JULIETA Pecado que en mi boca quedaría. ROMEO Repruebas con dulzura. ¿Mi pecado? ¡Devuélvemelo!

Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine, it sends some precious instance of itself after the thing it loves.

Their images I loved I view in thee And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.

To give yourself away keep yourself still, And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.

And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

No more can I be sever'd from your side, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam'd, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.

i do love nothing in the world so well as you.

And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.

But thou art all my art, and dost advance As high as learning my rude ignorance.

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

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.

I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.

Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love. Jessica: Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed. For who love I so much? And now who knows but you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lorenzo: Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,   Which I by lacking have supposed dead;   And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,   And all those friends which I thought buried.

That vulture in you to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined.

And we'll strive to please you every day.