Quotes About Passion

How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It's sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it's actually very rough when you experience it.*

Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

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

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

I have Immortal longings in me.

My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en. In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!

whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.

Speak low if you speak love.

Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio

All is fair in love and war