Romeo And Juliet Love Quotes by William Shakespeare, Emily Rodda, John Heywood and many others.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
Love is a smoke rais’d with the fume of sighs; being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
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.
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love… ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
All is well that ends well
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o’er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven
The course of true love never did run smooth.
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
