William Shakespeare on Love

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

"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."

"Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,Such shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic, the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compact:One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;And as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown, the poet's penTurns them to shapes and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a name."

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd: And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd; By thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee."

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. 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 wand'ring barque, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

"Love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.*Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*"

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

"This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man."

"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."

"Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is soordinary that the whippers are in love too."

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

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

"Love comforteth like sunshine after rain."

"I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?"

"Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it."

"Under loves heavy burden do I sink.--Romeo"

"Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.O no, it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.""

"love is blindand lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit"

"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

"I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,To die upon the hand I love so well."

"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)"

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

"They do not love that do not show their love."

"I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest."

"For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?"

"The course of true love never did run smooth."

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

"I was in love with my bed."

"If music be the food of love, play on."

"I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"