Juliet Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 2

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where…

— William Shakespeare

The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.

— William Shakespeare

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.

— William Shakespeare

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

The weakest goes to the wall.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is…

— William Shakespeare

Juliet is the east and i am the sun.

— William Shakespeare

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill…

— William Shakespeare

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure…

— William Shakespeare

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

— William Shakespeare

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...

— William Shakespeare

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

— William Shakespeare