Quotes About Love

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemyRather in power than use, and keep thy friendUnder thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,But never tax'd for speech.

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

The kiss you take is better than you give.

From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die.

That is my home of love: if I have rang'd,Like him that travels, I return again.

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field.

But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt love

For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.

Love all, trust few, do wrong to none.

The course of true love was never easy.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low. Or else misgraffed in respect of years, O spite! too old to be engag'd to young. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends, O hell! to choose love by another's eye.