Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

— William Shakespeare

Instructive Romeo Juliet quotations

My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.

What light through yonder window breaks?

My only love sprung from my only hate.

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.

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

Romeo, of dead, should be cut up into little stars to make the heavens fine.

Life, with this pair, has no other aim, asks no more,than Juliet,--than Romeo.

They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.

My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.

Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth stumbling on abuse.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.

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.

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

you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now seems best.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

For you and I are past our dancing days.

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

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

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo