Romeo and Juliet Quotes


My bounty is as boundless as the sea,My love as deep; the more I give to thee,The more I have, for both are infinite.

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These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which 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;Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.


O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

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Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.


thus with a kiss I die


Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.


For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.


Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.


Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?


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.Thus from my lips, by yours, 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.Juliet:You kiss by the book.


Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.


O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!


Two households, both alike in dignityIn fair Verona, where we lay our sceneFrom ancient grudge break to new mutinyWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foesA pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrowsDo with their death bury their parents' strife.


Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.


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


Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with night...


Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.


See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!


What's in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.


Women may fall when there's no strength in men.Act II


Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.


I defy you, stars.


O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death!


Oh, I am fortune's fool!


You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wingsand soar with them above a common bound.


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.


Under loves heavy burden do I sink.--Romeo


My only love sprung from my only hate.


Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.What is it else? A madness most discreet,A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.*Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*


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 woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo.


Love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.*Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*


Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.Mercutio: And so did I.Romeo: Well, what was yours?Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.


Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.


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 grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.It is my lady, O, it is my love!Oh, that she knew she were!


Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.


A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.


turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.


O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.- Romeo -


Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!


One fire burns out another's burning,One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.


How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?


Out of her favour, where I am in love.


We burn daylight.


Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.


Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hitWith Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit,And, in strong proff of chastity well armed,From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms,Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.O, she is rich in beauty; only poorThat, when she dies, with dies her store.Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197


Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.


He jests at scars that never felt a wound.


When I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew.


I must be gone and live, or stay and die.


Take it in what sense thou wilt.