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.”