Quotes on Romeo And Juliet Love

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

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If music be the food of love, play on.

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 nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

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

The course of true love never did run smooth.

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.

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

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.

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.

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

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

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

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.