#Love Quotes

“Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.”

“Do all men kill the things they do not love?”

“Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.”

“Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?”

“Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.”

“The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.”

“If ever thou shalt love,In the sweet pangs of it remember me;For such as I am all true lovers are,Unstaid and skittish in all motions elseSave in the constant image of the creatureThat is beloved.”

“Unsubstantial Death is amorous.”

“One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.”

“Love sees with the heart and not with mind.”

“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”

“They may seizeOn the white wonder of dear Juliet's handAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.”

“We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.”

“But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.”

“O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable”

“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.”

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”

“Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!”

“Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart.”

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

“All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.”

“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)”

“On a day - alack the day! -Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fairPlaying in the wanton air”

“I'll have no husband, if you be not he.”

“Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.”

“The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.”

“No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone.”

“What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights,Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hoursMore tedious than the dial eightscore times!O weary reckoning!”

“Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly;Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,Subjected tribute to commanding love,Against whose fury and unmatched forceThe aweless lion could not wage the fightNor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.”

“Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.”

“It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.”

“You kiss by th' book.”

“When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.”

“Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!”

“She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared”

“I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster”

“wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.”

“There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.”

“Charity itself fulfills the law. And who can sever love from charity?”

“Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!”

“Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.”

“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.”

“Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.”

“But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,Lives not alone immured in the brain;But, with the motion of all elements,Courses as swift as thought in every power,And gives to every power a double power,Above their functions and their offices.”

“There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.”

“If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.”

“Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.”

“With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out”

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.”

“Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now letme die, for I have lived long enough.”