Quotes About Love

Ferdinand:… Here's my hand.Miranda: And mine, with my heart in't.

I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,And not have strew'd thy grave.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,Remembers me of all his gracious parts,Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

O! a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

A young man married is a man that's marr'd.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms,The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,Liege of all loiters and malcontents.

You are my true and honorable wife,As dear to me as are the ruddy dropsThat visit my sad heart.

I have given suck, and knowHow tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:I would, while it was smiling in my face,Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as youHave done to this.

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,And Phoebus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chalic'd flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes:With everything that pretty is,My lady sweet, arise.

William Shakespeare

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

If you love and get hurt, love more. If you love more and hurt more, love even more. If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more...

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,That Time will come and take my love away.This thought is as a death, which cannot chooseBut weep to have that which it fears to lose.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears!

Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger,Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

For to be wise, and love,Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.

Jaques: What stature is she of?Orlando: Just as high as my heart.

My love'sMore richer than my tongue.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua.