Romeo And Juliet Romeo Quotes

Romeo And Juliet Romeo Quotes by William Shakespeare, Emily Rodda, John Heywood and many others.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an id

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
William Shakespeare
When he 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 And pay no worship to the garish sun.
William Shakespeare
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
William Shakespeare
These violent delights have violent ends.
William Shakespeare
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
William Shakespeare
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
William Shakespeare
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
William Shakespeare
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
William Shakespeare
What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
William Shakespeare
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
William Shakespeare
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo
William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
William Shakespeare
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. – Romeo –
William Shakespeare
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
William Shakespeare
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
William Shakespeare
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
William Shakespeare
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare