Love Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 4

Few things loves better Than to abhor himself.

— William Shakespeare

But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.

— William Shakespeare

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I…

— William Shakespeare

“I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you let me go.”

— William Shakespeare

I have not slept one wink.

— William Shakespeare

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

— William Shakespeare

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.

— William Shakespeare

This thought is as a death.

— William Shakespeare

Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one

— William Shakespeare

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.

— William Shakespeare

“But, love, hate on; for now I know thy mind. Those that can see, thou lov’st; and I am blind.”

— William Shakespeare

If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am all true lovers are,…

— William Shakespeare

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

— William Shakespeare

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in…

— William Shakespeare

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

— William Shakespeare

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!

— William Shakespeare

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

— William Shakespeare

“Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare…

— William Shakespeare

A fusty nut with no kernel.

— William Shakespeare

“Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance;…

— William Shakespeare

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

— William Shakespeare

... by indirections find directions out.

— William Shakespeare

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

— William Shakespeare

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes

— William Shakespeare

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

— William Shakespeare