Quotes About Passion

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

I lov'd Ophelia: forty thousand brothersCould not, with all their quantity of love,Make up my sum.

I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mockThe meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in blissWho, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;But, O! what damned minutes tells he o'erWho dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet soundly loves!

Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soulLends the tongue vows.

I understand thy kisses and thou mine,And that's a feeling disputation.

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Stemming it with hearts of controversy.

No sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.

We have kiss'd awayKingdoms and provinces.

Hang up philosophy!Unless philosophy can make a Juliet.

Your heart's desires be with you!

He was a manOf an unbounded stomach.

A rhapsody of words.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink.

This music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury, and my passion,With its sweet air.

The wounds invisibleThat love's keen arrows make.

These violent delights have violent ends.

A pair of star-cross'd lovers.

Bassanio: Do all men kill the things they do not love?Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill?

Out-paramoured the Turk.