William Shakespeare Quotes on Love (547 Quotes)

Your father was ever virtuous, and holy men at their death
have good inspirations; therefore the lott'ry that he hath
devised in these three chests, of gold, silver, and lead- whereof
who chooses his meaning chooses you- will no doubt never be
chosen by any rightly but one who you shall rightly love.

ROMEO 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.

But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind:
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.

If you refuse it-as, in love and zeal,
Loath to depose the child, your brother's son;
As well we know your tenderness of heart
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
Which we have noted in you to your kindred
And egally indeed to all estates-
Yet know, whe'er you accept our suit or no,
Your brother's son shall never reign our king;
But we will plant some other in the throne
To the disgrace and downfall of your house;
And in this resolution here we leave you.

But let me conjure you by the rights
of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the
obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a
better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with
me, whether you were sent for or no.

With thy brave bearing should I be in love
But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

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

Love is ... a madness most discreet.

So, love, be thou, although today thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
Tomorrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.

This do thou for my love; and so let him,
As he regards his aged father's life.

Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?

To Milan let me hear from thee by letters
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,
I thank you all and here dismiss you all,
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Then if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thy self refusest.

Ah, do not tear away thyself from me;
For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
And take unmingled thence that drop again
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyself, and not me too.

My Lord of Cambridge here-
You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with an appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
And sworn unto the practices of France
To kill us here in Hampton; to the which
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn.

They do not love that do not show their love.

O, benefit of ill, now I find true
That better is, by evil still made better;
And ruined love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

Love is merely madness...

He after honour hunts, I after love;
He leaves his friends to dignify them more:
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.

Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
I speak no more than what my soul intends;
And that is to enjoy thee for my love.

There
is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor,
and death for his ambition.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

O, let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was;
For beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating Time.

Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.

Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you;
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the Prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.

But how hath she
Receiv'd his love?

Break an hour's promise in love!

Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound-
All books of love, see that at any hand;
And see you read no other lectures to her.

If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give
him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love
upon him.

Welcome, Queen Margaret:
I can express no kinder sign of love
Than this kind kiss.

Here she stands
Take but possession of her with a touch-
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.

I do protest I never injur'd thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love;
And so good Capulet, which name I tender
As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.

To you, Antonio,
I owe the most, in money and in love;
And from your love I have a warranty
To unburden all my plots and purposes
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.

And do so, love, yet when they have devised
What strainèd touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathized
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better used
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.

But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

This interchange of love, I here protest,
Upon my part shall be inviolable.

My mother had a maid call'd Barbary;
She was in love, and he she loved proved mad
And did forsake her.

Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!

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

O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum; he
says he has a stratagem for't.

So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself, away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.

Silvius, the time was that I hated thee;
And yet it is not that I bear thee love;
But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
I will endure; and I'll employ thee too.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,And by an by a cloud takes all away

I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

If my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfathered,
As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gathered.

Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;
And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

You are deceiv'd; my child is none of his:
It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.