Quotes About Love

I understand thy kisses and thou mine,And that's a feeling disputation.

As sweet and musicalAs bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;And when Love speaks, the voice of all the godsMakes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still.

Some there be that shadows kiss;Such have but a shadow's bliss.

Unkindness may do much;And his unkindness may defeat my life,But never taint my love.

O! never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

No sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.

We have kiss'd awayKingdoms and provinces.

William Shakespeare

It was a lover and his lass,With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,That o'er the green corn-field did pass,In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;Sweet lovers love the spring.

Hang up philosophy!Unless philosophy can make a Juliet.

Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

And the imperial votaress passed on,In maiden meditation, fancy-free.Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:It fell upon a little western flower,Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,And maidens call it, Love-in-idleness.

If ever thou shalt love,In the sweet pangs of it remember me;For such as I am all true lovers are:Unstaid and skittish in all motions elseSave in the constant image of the creatureThat is belov'd.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.Men were deceivers ever;One foot in sea, and one on shore,To one thing constant never.

It were all oneThat I should love a bright particular starAnd think to wed it, he is so above me.

O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,That, notwithstanding thy capacityReceiveth as the sea, nought enters there,Of what validity and pitch soe'er,But falls into abatement and low price,Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy,That it alone is high fantastical.

The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.

The wounds invisibleThat love's keen arrows make.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.