Quotes About Romance

When men of a certain sort, ladies, are in love, though they see the hook and the string, and the whole apparatus with which they are to be taken, they gorge the bait nevertheless—they must come to it—they must swallow it—and are presently struck and landed gasping.

thus with a kiss I die

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night...

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

William Shakespeare

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

William Shakespeare

She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.

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; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

It is my lady. O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars

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.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.