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38 Love Quotes by William Shakespeare

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Tammy Lamoureux

Few writers wrote as beautifully about love as William Shakespeare. And the added value of Shakespearean quotes is that no ‘one makes fun of the quote as they might if it had its roots in –dare I say- Game of Thrones?

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

If music be the food of love, play on.

Sweets to the sweet.

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

Love goes toward love.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined.

Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

They do not love that do not show their love.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who never loved them.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy.

“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.

“Love is too young to know what conscience is.

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

“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.

“If you love and get hurt, love more.If you love more and hurt more, love even more.If you love even more and get   hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more.

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

“It is as easy to count atomies* as to resolve the propositions of a lover.                         *(dust motes in the air)

“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.

“This is the very ecstasy of love
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings.

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

“The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

“Speak low if you speak love.

“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

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

“There’s beggary in love that can be reckoned.

“A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

“Though last, not least in love.

“Love goes by haps; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

“Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.

“If thou remember’st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov’d.

“The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, Which hurts and is desired.

“Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me.

“Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who never loved them.

“Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen can passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish’d himself the heaven’s breath.

 

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