Quotes About Love

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197

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

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

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.

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.*

Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

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

Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

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.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

William Shakespeare

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.

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.

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