Quotes on Romeo And Juliet Play

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Seek happy nights to happy days.W

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.