Quotes About Love

Speak low if you speak love.

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me? Catherine: I cannot tell. Henry: Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio

William Shakespeare

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

All is fair in love and war

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news, and we'll talk with them too— Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out— And take upon 's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies.

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

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.