Romeo and Juliet Quotes

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

“The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.”

“Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.”

“Educated men are so impressive!”

“Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.”

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”

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

“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!”

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

“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?”

“Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do 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.”

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.”

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

“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!”

“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 fine That all the world will be in love with night...”

“If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.”

“I defy you, stars.”

“O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!”

“These violent delights have violent ends.”

“Women may fall when there’s no strength in men.”

“There’s an old saying that applies to me: you can’t lose a game if you don’t play the game.”

“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 woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”

“Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.”

“Oh, I am fortune’s fool!”

“You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings and soar with them above a common bound.”

“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears; What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”

“Under loves heavy burden do I sink.

“Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy 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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“My only love sprung from my only hate.”

If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,

My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,—

And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,

Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy.

Romeo. Is it even so? Then I defy you, stars!

Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.

Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff’d, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes;

Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fear’st to die?

Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back. The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;

There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,

’Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men I will be civil with the maids, I will cut off their heads.

’Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John.

What, ho! You men, you beasts,

Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Away from light steals home my heavy son, and private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out And makes himself an artificial night.

This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

JULIET. Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Why such is love’s transgression.

This love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;

Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:

From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d.

I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of my own.

An honour! Were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat.

When we have seen the best of life, lies all our youth

Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s that shall make you dance.

But love thee better than thou canst devise till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Thy beauty hath made me effeminate and in my temper soten’d valour’s steel.

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night.

Think true love acted simple modesty.

Come, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night;

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.

Blister’d be thy tongue For such a wish! He was not born to shame. Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit; For ‘tis a throne where honour may be crown’d Sole monarch of the universal earth. O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man.

Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog, And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.

They are free men but I am banished.

Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man. For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand.

Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

O, I am fortune’s fool!

Romeo he cries aloud, ‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night.

There’s no trust, No faith, no honesty in men.

These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.

Romeo is banished, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, in that word’s death, no words can that woe sound.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief.

If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, my dream presage some joyful news at hand.

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law; The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it and take this.

The time and my intents are savage-wild; More fierce and more inexorable far than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

By heaven I love thee better than myself;

For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes this vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, buy a dead man interr’d.

Thus with a kiss I die.

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, and she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife.

That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!

The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.