Quotes on Romeo And Juliet Play

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

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.

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.

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

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.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

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 There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

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.