Quotes on Juliet

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Make no mistake: I love women. I'm married to one, I was birthed by one, and I played one in my high school production of 'Romeo and Juliet.' No one else could fit into the bodice.

If I had seen a black woman play Juliet as a little girl, my idea of my place in the world would have been totally different.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,_x000D_ _x000D_ And young affection gapes to be his heir;_x000D_ _x000D_ That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,_x000D_ _x000D_ With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

My only love sprung from my only hate.