Romeo and juliet love Quotes by William Shakespeare

it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing.…

— William Shakespeare

What light through yonder window breaks?

— William Shakespeare

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

— William Shakespeare

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

— William Shakespeare

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn…

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger…

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

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

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

— William Shakespeare

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

— William Shakespeare