Love Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 20

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

— William Shakespeare

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth

— William Shakespeare

Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.

— William Shakespeare

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.

— William Shakespeare

“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.”

— William Shakespeare

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

— William Shakespeare

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

— William Shakespeare

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

— 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

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.

— William Shakespeare

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

— William Shakespeare

In love the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.

— William Shakespeare

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it.

— William Shakespeare

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies

— William Shakespeare

Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.

— William Shakespeare

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

— William Shakespeare

“By this hand, I love thee. Beatrice Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.”

— William Shakespeare

“Make thee another self for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee”

— William Shakespeare

Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.

— William Shakespeare

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

— William Shakespeare

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

— William Shakespeare

The seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest.

— William Shakespeare

I Love thee, I love but thee. With a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold, and the stars…

— 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

Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first.

— William Shakespeare

“What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.”

— William Shakespeare

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

— William Shakespeare

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

— William Shakespeare

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

— William Shakespeare

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

— William Shakespeare

“But rather reason thus with reason fetter: Love sough is good but given unsought is better.”

— William Shakespeare

We strut and fret our hour upon the stage and then are no more.

— William Shakespeare

I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense.

— William Shakespeare

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

— William Shakespeare

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

— William Shakespeare

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

— William Shakespeare