Quotes About Love

This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

Young men's love, then, lies      Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity.

Iubirea schimb?-n limpezi frumuseÈ›i, tot ce-i m?runt È™i f?r? niciun preÈ›. Ea vede nu cu ochii, ci cu dorul; de-aceea Cupidon luându-È™i zborul, precum un orb, aÈ™a-i inf??iÈ™at... Copil nechibzuit, întraripat. Aripa-i semn c? graba îi da ghes, de-aceea se înÈ™al? atât de des.

But thou art all my art, and dost advance As high as learning my rude ignorance.

Sí. ¿Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? ROMEO No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

Adieu, valour: rust, rapier: be still, drum, for your manager is in love: yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit: write, pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio.

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Is this a prologue or a posy of a ring? Ophelia: Tis brief, my lord Hamlet: As woman's love.

But when in other habits you are seen –   Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen!

Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

Romeu, Romeu! Ah! Porque és tu Romeu? Renega o pai, despoja-te do nome; ou então, se não quiseres juro ao menos que amor me tens, porque uma Capuleto deixarei de ser logo.

O know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument, So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told.

If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.

If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compar'd with loss of thee will not seem so.

How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, Reason none, If what parts, can so remain.

Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.

My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st, With all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither, and with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love. Jessica: Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed. For who love I so much? And now who knows but you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lorenzo: Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

Love can transpose to form and dignity.