Quotes About Romance

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms,The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,Liege of all loiters and malcontents.

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,And Phoebus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chalic'd flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes:With everything that pretty is,My lady sweet, arise.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears!

Jaques: What stature is she of?Orlando: Just as high as my heart.

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

This word "love," which greybeards call divine.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot seeThe pretty follies that themselves commit.

Take, O take those lips away,That so sweetly were forsworn;And those eyes, the break of day,Lights that do mislead the morn:But my kisses bring again, bring again,Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.

Kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.

I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,Bliss in our brows bent.

What! my dear Lady Disdain, are you yet living?

She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd,She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Was ever woman in this humor woo'd?Was ever woman in this humor won?

Duke: And what's her history?Viola: A blank, my lord. She never told her love,But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,And with a green and yellow melancholy,She sat like Patience on a monument,Smiling at grief.

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

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.

Hang up philosophy!Unless philosophy can make a Juliet.

It were all oneThat I should love a bright particular starAnd think to wed it, he is so above me.

The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.

The wounds invisibleThat love's keen arrows make.