Quotes About Love

Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red:If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

How should I your true love knowFrom another one?By his cockle hat and staff,And his sandal shoon.

Except I be by Silvia in the night,There is no music in the nightingale.

Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,That sucks the nurse asleep?

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;When little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Answer me in one word.

William Shakespeare

As she would catch another AntonyIn her strong toil of grace.

Benedick the married man.

Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,When love, converted from the thing it was,Shall reasons find of settled gravity.

I may command where I adore.

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

If you remember'st not the slightest follyThat ever love did make thee run into,Thou hast not lov'd.

I'll warrant him heart-whole.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,Shall win my love.

Still harping on my daughter.

One, two, and the third in your bosom.

I will to EgyptAnd though I make this marriage for my peace,I' the East my pleasure lies.

Let still the woman takeAn elder than herself, so wears she to him,So sways she level in her husband's heart:For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,Than women's are.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,Such seems your beauty still.