Romantic Romeo And Juliet Quotes

Romantic Romeo And Juliet Quotes by William Shakespeare, Emily Rodda, John Heywood and many others.

If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine

If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
William Shakespeare
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
William Shakespeare
All is well that ends well
Emily Rodda
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo
William Shakespeare
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .
William Shakespeare
Mercutio: “If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
William Shakespeare
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.
William Shakespeare
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
William Shakespeare
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
William Shakespeare
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. – Romeo –
William Shakespeare
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
William Shakespeare
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
William Shakespeare
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
William Shakespeare
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
William Shakespeare
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
William Shakespeare