Famous Quotes from Romeo and Juliet

Abraham Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Prince If you ever disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace
Capulet My child is yet a stranger in the world;She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;Let two more summers wither in their pride;Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride
Benvolio Compare her face with some that I shall showAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow
Romeo Is love a tender thing? It is too roughToo rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn
Mercutio True, I talk of dreamsWhich are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Which is as thin of substance as the airAnd more inconstant than the wind
Romeo Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night
Romeo Is she a Capulet?O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt
Juliet 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 He hears at scars that never felt a woundBut soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
Juliet What’s in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet
Juliet Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow…
Friar Laurence …young men’s love then liesNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes
Juliet O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Friar Laurence These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powderWhich as they kiss consume; the sweetest honeyIs loathsome in his own deliciousnessAnd in the taste confounds the appetite;Therefore love moderately; long love doth so
Juliet They are but beggars that can count their worth;But my true love is grown to such excessI cannot sum up some of half my wealth
Prince And for that offenseImmediately we do exile him hence…
Mercutio A plague on both your houses
Romeo It was a lark, the herald of the morn,No nightingaleNight’s candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops
Friar Laurence Hold, get you gone, be strong and prosperousIn this resolve; I’ll send a friar with speedTo Mantua, with my letters to thy lord
Capulet Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field
Romeo O mischief, thou art swiftTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Juliet Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!
Prince Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montague!See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill you joys with love
Romeo O, I am fortune’s fool!
Romeo Then I defy you, stars!