147 Quote by William Shakespeare
“My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseththe disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire his death, which physicdid except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.”
About This Quote
Source Play: Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2, 1597
The speaker describes love as a destructive fever that both sustains and harms, turning reason into madness and longing for death of the beloved.
In simple terms: Love feels like a painful illness that drives you crazy.
Key Takeaway
Recognize love’s toxic patterns and seek balance.
Themes
love
madness
destruction
reason
longing
Mood
tormented
intense
tragic
Type
poetic
dramatic
philosophical
When to use this quote
- unrequited love
- obsessive relationships
- emotional turmoil
- mental health crises
Key Concepts
psychology
romantic tragedy
self‑destruction
Questions to Reflect On
- Do you ever feel love is harming you?
- How can you restore reason when passion overwhelms?
A Different Perspective
Love can become self‑defeating, eroding rational thought.
