“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume”
“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.”
“thus with a kiss I die”
“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
“For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
“Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.”
“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?”
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
You kiss by the book.”
“Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.”
“Two households, both alike in dignity
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.”
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”
“O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)”
“Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night...”
“What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!”
“These violent delights have violent ends.”
“Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
“Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.”
“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”
“Under loves heavy burden do I sink.
“You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings
and soar with them above a common bound.”
“My only love sprung from my only hate.”
“Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
*Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*”
“A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
“Some things are jest too big to fergive.”
“If you want to know how someone really feels, you almost never have to ask.”
“The way you love the man you marry is going to be different than the love you felt for an old boyfriend.”
“Janie?” he whispered against her nape, his breath warm. A shiver wound through her entire body. Her nipples peaked, and her abdominal muscles clenched. “What?” “I’m sorry I’m not who you thought.” His lips moved against her skin. She forced instant need down along with a definite groan. “I like who you are.” He chuckled. “You do not.” “Yes, I do. You’re strong and loyal. I just wish you’d share.”
“By the end of the seventies the feared yet desired black male body had become as objectified as it was during slavery, only a seemingly positive twist had been added to the racist sexist objectification: the black male body had become the site for the personification of everyone’s desire.”
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