Romeo & Juliet Quotes

Dec 3, 2008

'As if the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.'

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

'True. I talk of dreams.
Which are the children of an idle brain
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy...'

'For you and I are past our dancing days.'

'My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknow, and too late!'

'But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.'

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

'O Romeo. Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?'

'Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be tomorrow.'

'Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.'

'What's in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet'

'Romeo is banished,
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death. No words can that woe sound.'

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

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

'And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.'

'From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. . . . O, I am fortune’s fool! . . . Then I defy you, stars.'

'What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.'

'For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt.'

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

'Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of Heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.'

2 Comments So Far:

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Alicia said...


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