Romeo and Juliet – Love Quotes

Benvolio and Romeo (1.1.168-173) BENVOLIO […] What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?ROMEO Not having that, which, having, makes them short.BENVOLIO In love?ROMEO Out—BENVOLIO Of love?ROMEO Out of her favor, where I am in love.
ROMEO 1.1.197-201 Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;Being vexed a sea nourish’d with loving tears:What is it else? a madness most discreet,A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Romeo and Benvolio 1.1.216-222; 225 ROMEO Well, in that hit you miss. She’ll not be hitWith Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dian’s wit,And, in strong proof of chastity well armed,From love’s weak childish bow she lives unharmed.She will not stay the siege of loving terms,Nor bide th’ encounter of assailing eyes,Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.[…]BENVOLIO Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
Mercutio and Romeo 1.4.17-28 MERCUTIO You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wingsAnd soar with them above a common boundROMEO I am too sore enpiercèd with his shaftTo soar with his light feathers, and so bound,I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.MERCUTIO And to sink in it should you burden love— Too great oppression for a tender thing.ROMEO Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,Too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like thorn.MERCUTIO If love be rough with you, be rough with love.Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
ROMEO 1.5.51-60 O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear— Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy dove trooping with crowsAs yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.The measure done, I’ll watch her place of standAnd, 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.
Romeo and Juliet 1.5.104-122 ROMEO If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.JULIET Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,Which mannerly devotion shows in this;For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.ROMEO Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?JULIET Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.ROMEO O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.JULIET Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.ROMEO Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take. He kisses her.Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.JULIET Then have my lips the sin that they have took.ROMEO Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again. He kisses her.JULIET You kiss by th’ book.
ROMEO 2.2.2-9 But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,Who is already sick and pale with griefThat thou her maid art far more fair than she.Be not her maid, since she is envious.Her vestal livery is but sick and greenAnd none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
Romeo 2.2.28-35 She speaks.O, speak again, bright angel, for thou artAs glorious to this night, being o’er my head,As is a wingèd messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturnèd wond’ring eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze on himWhen he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air.
JULIET 2.2.123-131 Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,I have no joy of this contract tonight.It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,Too like the lightning, which doth cease to beEre one can say ‘It lightens.’ Sweet, good night.This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.Good night, good night. As sweet repose and restCome to thy heart as that within my breast.

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