Quotes from William Shakespeare

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

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

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

Love goes toward love.

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

The prize of all too precious you.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.

To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.

Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.