Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.— William Shakespeare
Delicious Romeo And Juliet Romeo quotations
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Look, three love affairs in history, are Abelard and Eloise, Romeo and Juliet and the American media and this President at the moment. But this doesn't matter over time. Reality will impinge. If his programs work, he's fine. If it doesn't work, all of the adulation of journalists in the world won't matter.
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.
Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day.
Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not. So I will throw Veterans' Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don't want to throw away any sacred things. What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance. And all music is.
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
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. . . .
The best kiss in nature is not between Romeo and Juliet, but it is between a dying autumn leaf and a shiny water drop!
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
All's well that ends well.
All is well that ends well
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
If Shakespeare had to go on an author tour to promote Romeo and Juliet, he never would have written Macbeth.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Flowers are the Romeos and the Juliets of the nature!
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
I loved the Romeo and Juliet of the whole thing; this forbidden love between these two characters.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?