William Shakespeare Is Quotations

Love is merely a madness.

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

Love is a smoke rais'd 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.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love;

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.

My love is as a fever, longing still.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King.

An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the palm might flourish, As peace should still her wheaten garland wear And stand a comma 'tween their amities, And many such-like as's of great charge, That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving time allow'd.

Few things loves better Than to abhor himself.

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

The truest poetry is the most feigning.

Sometimes, less is more.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.

Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.

Love is a wonderful, terrible thing

the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.

Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.

Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.

I see a man's life is a tedious one.

I always feel happy, you know why? Because I don’t expect anything from anyone. Expectations always hurt. Life is short, so love your life, be happy and keep smiling.

The best is yet to come.