Quotes About Love

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing. I am yours for the walk and especially when I walk away.

And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare

Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, but seeming so, for my peculiar end: for when my outward action doth demonstrate the native act and figure of my heart in compliment extern, 'tis not long after but I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married It is an honor that I dream not of

And now, tell me, for which of my bad qualities did you first fall in love with me?' 'All of them together,' she said. 'They maintained such a well organised state of evil that they wouldn't allow any good quality to intermingle with them

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you.

Come, sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love. Look, here I have you, thus I let you go, And give you to the gods.

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.

Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

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 And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, both are infinite.