Top 33 Quotes About Romance Shakespeare
#1. He made me feel unhinged ... like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.
Chelsie Shakespeare
#3. Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story ... Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)
L.M. Montgomery
#4. Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.
William Shakespeare
#6. My nerves were wrapped so tight I could explode at any second. Some jaguar reciting poetry was not helping. Just tell me which way to go, Shakespeare.
Lisa Kessler
#7. Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best
To woo your lady.'
[Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
William Shakespeare
#8. They didn't understand, for we were Shakespeare, and they were mere actors in the play.
Cassandra Giovanni
#9. Can you blame me, my dear, for looking on this attachment as a romantic folly inspired by that cursed Shakespeare who will poke his nose where he is not wanted?
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#10. Ah youth, youth! That's what happens when you go steeping your soul into Shakespeare
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#11. Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. Be she but little, she is fierce.
Karen Hawkins
#13. Wife, there is no expiration date on vengeance. It doesn't just last a lifetime, it spans generations. So let us rest tonight; it is not us who will die tomorrow."
"Shakespeare's got nothin' on you.
J.J. McAvoy
#14. How poor are they that have no patients! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?'"
"Shakespeare isn't going to save you this time, Superman. Your time's run out."
He scowled. "Perhaps I should have been studying The Taming of the Shrew!
Colleen Houck
#15. With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly ...
Chelsie Shakespeare
#16. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
William Shakespeare
#17. Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
William Shakespeare
#18. West Virginia had the Hatfield and the McCoys. Shakespeare had the Capulets and the Montagues. Salvation had the Martins and the Sweets.
Avery Flynn
#19. Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.
William Shakespeare
#22. The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again ...
Chelsie Shakespeare
#23. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
William Shakespeare
#24. I want to have a romance so grand,
it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.
Sanober Khan
#27. My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
William Shakespeare
#29. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!
William Shakespeare
#30. Art thou gone so, love, lord, ay husband, friend?
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
William Shakespeare
#31. My inner bitch could handle this peon without even breaking a sweat.
Kathy Bryson
#32. Shakespeare's bitter play [Troilus and Cressida] is therefore a dramatization of a part of a translation into English of the French translation of a Latin imitation of an old French expansion of a Latin epitome of a Greek romance. (p. 55)
Gilbert Highet
#33. He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close.
Chelsie Shakespeare
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