Quotes About Love

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.

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

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

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

I'll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .

Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. DON PEDRO You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. BEATRICE So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.

The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

The worst was this: my love was my decay.