William Shakespeare: Quotes about love (page 4)

“Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.”

“JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name?

ORLANDO: Yes, just.

JAQUES: I do not like her name.

ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.”

“Ay me! for aught that ever I could read,
could ever hear by tale or history,
the course of true love never did run smooth.”

“And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.”

“As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.”

“There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.”

“Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.”

“And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.”

“Love's not love
When it is mingled with regards that stand
Aloof from th' entire point.”

“Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me
And tune his merry note,
Unto the sweet bird's throat;
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.”

“Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.”

“Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.”

“Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.”

“You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!”

“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”

“The worst was this: my love was my decay.”

“A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.”

“Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night.”

“Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio (in Romeo and Juliet)”