William Shakespeare Love You Quotations

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Such as we are made of, such we be.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

I was adored once too.

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

A lean cheek, - a blue eye, and sunken, - an unquestionable spirit, - a beard neglected:- Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

My love's more richer than my tongue.

Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you.

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

As chaste as unsunned snow.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none...

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

My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage to an unknown land. A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave vessel is dashed all to pieces. And all the helpless souls within her drowned. All save one. A lady. Whose soul is greater than the ocean, and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace. Not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story. For she will be my heroine for all time. And her name will be Viola.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday

I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

Lovers ever run before the clock

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes

Men's vows are women's traitors

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away

Love hath made thee a tame snake

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?

There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, Who loves another best.

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

The prize of all too precious you.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs;

I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause But rather reason thus with reason fetter, Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.

Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.

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 wandering bark, 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.

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain, Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance

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

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful

Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn

O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

By Heaven, I love thee better than myself

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

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

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

As merry as the day is long.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

I dote on his very absence.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

You have witchcraft in your lips

Love goes toward love.

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.