“my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring, And these the showers to bring it on..” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My heart love till now for sweared sight, for I never saw true beauty till this night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By this hand, I love thee. Beatrice Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
