Quotes About Passion

My love to love is love but to disgrace it, For I have heard it is a life in death, That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.

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.

Iubirea schimb?-n limpezi frumuseÈ›i, tot ce-i m?runt È™i f?r? niciun preÈ›. Ea vede nu cu ochii, ci cu dorul; de-aceea Cupidon luându-È™i zborul, precum un orb, aÈ™a-i inf??iÈ™at... Copil nechibzuit, întraripat. Aripa-i semn c? graba îi da ghes, de-aceea se înÈ™al? atât de des.

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

Sí. ¿Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? ROMEO No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

Romeu, Romeu! Ah! Porque és tu Romeu? Renega o pai, despoja-te do nome; ou então, se não quiseres juro ao menos que amor me tens, porque uma Capuleto deixarei de ser logo.

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

Now Romeo is beloved, and loves again, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks.

Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed.

El amor es humo, soplo de suspiros: se esfuma, y es fuego en ojos que aman; refrénalo, y crece como un mar de lágrimas. ¿Qué cosa es, si no? Locura juiciosa, amargor que asfixia, dulzor que conforta.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.

we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this, that you call love, to be a sect or scion.

O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!

And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Acest volum de-amor, amant r?zle?, De s-ar lega, ar fi f?r? de pre?

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!

But come what may, I do adore thee so That danger shall seem sport, and I will go!

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

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