Quotes from the books of William Shakespeare about love
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
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.
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 is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!
They do not love that do not show their love.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
Love is not love,
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
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 bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are 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 forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
...Who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make love known?
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
