Quotes on Romeo And Juliet Juliet

If I profane with my unworthiest hand_x000D_ _x000D_ This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:_x000D_ _x000D_ My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand_x000D_ _x000D_ To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

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

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

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

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

He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?

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.

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

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 -

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?