William Shakespeare Love Quotations

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

If music be the food of love, play on.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

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

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

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

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

They do not love that do not show their love.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

Such as we are made of, such we be.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; When little fears grow great, great love grows there.

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul will pity me.

Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's good that's gone.

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity.

Wish chastely, and love dearly.

Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.

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.

I was adored once too.

This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.

While we lie tumbling in the hay.

O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.

Is she not passing fair?

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.

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.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won?

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.

Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath.

Thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division, to her lute.

Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.

Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon

The pleasing punishment that women bear.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

As merry as the day is long.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

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

love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.

I bear a charmed life.

I dote on his very absence.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Now join hands, and with your hands your hearts.

Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

The wheel is come full circle.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him, live no life

Speak low, if you speak love.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.