Some Love Quotes of William Shakespeare
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
If thou remember not the slightest folly into which loves hast made thee run, though hast not loved.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; for if they could, Cupid himself would blush to see me thus transformed to a boy.
If music be the food of love, play on.
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.
Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
The courses of true love never did run smooth.
So dear I love him that with him, all deaths I could endure. Without him, lives no life.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, for as you were when first your eyes I eyed, such seems your beauty still.
Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
No sooner met but they looked;
No sooner looked but they loved;
No sooner loved but they sighed;
No sooner signed but they asked one another the reason;
No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;
And in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage…
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
One half of me is yours, the other half yours-Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours!
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
I’ll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I’ll die by your hand which I love so well.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
My bounty is as deep as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.