Quotes About Love

By love that first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I should adventure for such merchandise.

William Shakespeare

A nacido lo único que amo de lo único que odio! ¡Demasiado temprano te encontré sin conocerte y demasiado tarde te conozco!

Hath she made her affection known to Benedick? LEONATO No, and swears she never will; that's her torment. CLAUDIO 'Tis true, indeed, so your daughter says. 'Shall I,' says she, 'that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him that I love him?

And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow, with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, When the false Trojan under sail was seen,— By all the vows that ever men have broke, In number more than ever women spoke,—

No more can I be sever'd from your side, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:

She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proof of chastity well armed, From love's weak, childish bow she lives uncharmed. She won't be assaulted by loving eyes, and she won't accept gifts of gold.

Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.

see you what you are, you are too proud. 240   But if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you – O, such love Could be but recompensed, though you were crowned The nonpareil of beauty!

O Lord that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.

Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for anything. I have years on my back forty- eight.

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.

Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam'd, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

thither write, my queen, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send Though ink be made of gall.

Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!

My love to love is love but to disgrace it, For I have heard it is a life in death, That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.

For their love Llies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

i do love nothing in the world so well as you.

And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.

The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love has surfeited. An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

If you were men, as men you are in show, You would not use a gentle lady so; To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.