Quotes About Love

But you are wise, Or else you love not, for to be wise and love Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

On this side my hand, and on that side yours. Now is this golden crown like a deep well That owes two buckets, filling one another, The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen and full of water: That bucket down and full of tears am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbours air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man – As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.

Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't.— No more of that.—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

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,––in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her.

Perdonados serán unos, castigados otros; pues jamás hubo tan lamentable historia como la de Julieta y su Romeo.

Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect.

Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. VIOLA:And all those sayings will I overswear; And those swearings keep as true in soul As doth that orbèd continent the fire That severs day from night.

In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound.

And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue, I will requit your love. So, fare your well. My lord, he hath importuned me with love, in honourable fashion.

And must we be divided? Must we part? Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.

Kind sir, give me a good fortune. Fortuneteller: I don't make fortunes; I only see them. Charmian: Then see a good one for me. Fortuneteller: Your beauty will be even greater than it is now. Charmian (to the others) He means I'll get fat. Iras No, he means you'll use makeup when you're old. Fortuneteller: You will love more than you are loved. Charmian: I had rather heat my liver with drinking.

Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

Return of love, more blest may be the view; As call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. Sonet56

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently, For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honour more than I fear death.

For women fear too much, even as they love, And women's fear and love hold quantity, In neither aught, or in extremity. Now what my love is, proof hath made you know, And as my love is sized, my fear is so: Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear. Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

More flow'rs I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or color it had stol'n from thee.

She vied so fast, protesting oath after oath, that in a twink she won me to her love. O, you are novices. 'Tis a world to see How tame, when men and women are alone, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.

Pero el amor puede transformar en belleza y dignidad cosas bajas y viles, porque no ve con los ojos, sino con la mente, y por eso pinta ciego a Cupido el alado. Ni tiene en su mente el amor señal alguna de discernimiento; como que las alas y la ceguera son signos de imprudente premura. Y por ella se dice que el amor es niño, siendo tan a menudo engañado en la elección. Y como en sus juegos perjuran los muchachos traviesos, así el rapaz amor es perjurado en todas partes.