Best 58 of Romeo and juliet quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 16 Sep

Roger Allam

I began to recall my own experience when I was Mercutio’s age (late teens I decided, a year or two older than Romeo) as a pupil at a public school called Christ’s Hospital. This school is situated in the idyllic countryside of the Sussex Weald, just outside Horsham. I recalled the strange blend of raucousness and intellect amongst the cloisters, the fighting, the sport, and general sense of rebelliousness, of not wishing to seem conventional (this was the sixties); in the sixth form (we were called Grecians) the rarefied atmosphere, the assumption that of course we would go to Oxford or Cambridge; the adoption of an ascetic style, of Zen Buddhism, of baroque opera, the Velvet Underground, Frank Zappa, and Mahler; of Pound, Eliot and e. e. cummings. We perceived the world completely through art and culture. We were very young, very wise, and possessed of a kind of innocent cynicism. We wore yellow stockings, knee breeches, and an ankle length dark blue coat, with silver buttons. We had read Proust, we had read Evelyn Waugh, we knew what was what. There was a sense, fostered by us and by many teachers, that we were already up there with Lamb, Coleridge, and all the other great men who had been educated there. We certainly thought that we soared ‘above a common bound’. I suppose it is a process of constant mythologizing that is attempted at any public school. Tom Brown’s Schooldays is a good example. Girls were objects of both romantic and purely sexual, fantasy; beautiful, distant, mysterious, unobtainable, and, quite simply, not there. The real vessel for emotional exchange, whether sexually expressed or not, were our own intense friendships with each other. The process of my perceptions of Mercutio intermingling with my emotional memory continued intermittently, up to and including rehearsals. I am now aware that that possibly I re-constructed my memory somewhat, mythologised it even, excising what was irrelevant, emphasising what was useful, to accord with how I was beginning to see the part, and what I wanted to express with it. What I was seeing in Mercutio was his grief and pain at impending separation from Romeo, so I suppose I sensitised myself to that period of my life when male bonding was at its strongest for me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Shakespeare

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 And pay no worship to the garish sun.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kitty Thomas

I wish I could hold the play (Romeo and Juliet) in my hands right now. I want to read it. I want to know that someone else has felt what I feel, even if that person never existed outside one man’s imagination.

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Shakespeare

He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off! It is my lady. Oh, it is my love. Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it.— I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

By Anonym 18 Sep

Raquel Cepeda

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that Thou hast done to me. Therefore turn and draw.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Ranjani Ramachandran

Seated across is a silent affair looking into my eyes; blurring the loud scenery. An incapable dream, an unimagined union-I whisper. Then you close your eyes and your soul yells my name. I cradle your peace back-with a sigh and kiss your thought away. Because we are an incomplete pair of Romeo and Juliet left alive by the Montagues and the Capulets; killed by the distance of the sun and the moon.

By Anonym 17 Sep

William Shakespeare

One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Helen Gardner

The tragic hero usurps the function of the gods and attempts to remake the world.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Some people’s self-esteem was secretly improved when they discovered that their then-lovers had killed themselves over them.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Margherita Fray

Se Giulietta e Romeo non si fossero uccisi nessuno si ricorderebbe di loro» mi dice prima di andarsene, ma si ferma sulla porta. «Spero che tu e Cameron siate più fortunati insieme.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charlotte Eriksson

I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me” and you kept saying sorry so I stopped explaining for it never made sense to you what always did to me to let what you love kill you and never regret. As Romeo is dying Juliet says ”I am willing to die to remain by your side” and love was never a static place of rest but the last second of euphoria while throwing yourself out from a 20 store window to be able to say ”I flew before I hit the ground”, and it was glorious. Don’t be sorry. The fall was beautiful, dear. The crash was beautiful.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Shakespeare

These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Shakespeare William

Mother, I will look to like. If looking liking moves.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Shakespeare

The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Nina Lacour

He is Romeo, and he is heartbroken. Every word is wistful. When he says, 'O, teach me how I should forget to think!' I, for the first time, see what the big deal is about Shakespeare.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Shakespeare

Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alex Ankarr

He quite certainly shouldn't care: and still he feels a hot sick bubbling in his gut, as if he'd drunk turned milk, or been on a drunken spree. Or been spurned in love, since damn fools seem to take that uncommonly serious, and stick knives in their guts over it all the time, in poems and plays. Romeo and Juliet, being one example, that he's read half a dozen times but never thought to see played out on the stage. Except that Ree took it into his head not a month ago, to take him to the theatre at Stratford to see it. The play's practically seditious when you think about it: Shakespeare's tale of forbidden love between a free-born human lad, and the high-born wolf-girl from the family that had owned then freed his father. At least old Will didn't go so far as to make the boy a slave, else he'd probably have found himself clapped in irons for thanks for his labour. Though of course as a wolf himself, for all his relatively low-status till he won fame from his quill, he'd less to fear than a human would have had. And even a wolf audience can sigh and dab their eyes over a tragic romance, between the two classes of men. As long as the powerless class gets no ideas of acting on that offensive gush of sentimentality.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Yaganesh Derasari

Everyone knows that how to love, But every relationship do not come out as romeo and Juliet.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jennifer Sturman

I was Juliet and Quinn was Romeo, and the lines weren't dead black-and-white words on a page but somehow alive, as natural and real as the argument we'd had about the spider and the fly. The rows of empty seats were gone, and we were in a candlelit ballrooom, wrapped in our own cocoon of words. But the playful banter of our words couldn't mask what we both knew--that after this, nothing would be the same . And then we got to the kissing part, which we'd only read through together and had never really rehearsed. But it didn't matter, because I was still Juliet and Quinn was still Romeo, his gray-green eyes fixed on mine. And when he bent to kiss me, it was Romeo's lips on Juliet's. Even so, Juliet was just as stunned as I would've been. When I said the last line, I was speaking for both of us. You kiss by the book.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kitty Thomas

There has to be some way this won’t end in tragedy. Why can’t Romeo and Juliet live happily ever after? It’s as if the universe won’t abide such a strong connection in such a disconnected world, as if our connection defies the natural order.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Martin Millar

I will find you another long-forgotten Queen Mab poem in no time. Depend on it. I refuse to let Cody or anyone else know more about English Literature than me. So calm yourself, Elfish, and let an expert take over.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

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...

By Anonym 17 Sep

Robin Maxwell

Oh love how can we not be together?' Romeo cried. "Without the sight of you every day, the smell, the taste of you, I would wither away. My blood would turn to powder in my veins. And you? Have you not found in me a mirror for your soul? When you look at me, when we speak, touch, do you not see who you really are? I dare you to deny that in my presence you love yourself better. I know this is true, for I love myself better in yours.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Prince

Capulet! Montague! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charlotte Munro

Avalon is full of desperate people.’ She bites at her lower lip this time, fumbling her hands, knitting her fingers into the bundle of plastic coin bags in her grasp. ‘Are you implying that I’m desperate?’ I say, one eyebrow tilting. ‘You don’t need to be desperate… you can have anyone... I…’ she trails off. Looking up and trying to search the line of shops for the bank. I repulse her, I make her want to run. Why is this so hard? I need to get inside of her, I need to know what she is thinking, what she is wanting. It surely isn’t me she wants. Not to the extent that I… want her. ‘You?’ I entice her to finish her sentence but she doesn’t, she stares off into the bustling crowds, memory flashing her eyes with a darkness. ‘Madi wouldn’t fumble like this.’ Oh, she would fumble, but not in the way you are, Elli. ‘You’re not her, Elli.’ I entice her again, trying to force the dark memory, the sadness from her. ‘No, if I was, you wouldn’t have wanted anyone else.’ A breath hitches in her throat, she puts a hand over her mouth and says something else, her cheeks dance a shade of red that brightens and brightens until she apologises and quickens her pace. I chuckle, pulling at her arm and encircling one around her waist, pulling her back to me. Beneath my touch, her body trembles. When I raise my hand, my palm touching her cheek, I am sure she isn’t breathing. ‘I don’t want anyone, Elli.’ My eyes burn, consuming her with my gaze. She is like a frightful deer, struggling beneath me with a gaze that cannot quite meet mine. When she does, it is only for a brief second before falling down and all I see is the gentle flutter of her raven flashes. ‘I told you. I want someone I cannot have.’ ‘That is a really harsh way of telling someone you’re not interested.

By Anonym 17 Sep

William Shakespeare

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ehsan Sehgal

Had Romeo and Juliet higher IQ too or just a love affair? While today’s most lovers have the higher IQ, but even that, they fail.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Amy E. Spiegel

If you have nothing in common with the person you are dating and his parents hate you and your friends hate him, this is not romantic; it's a bad idea.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Robin Maxwell

She shocked me. Truly rocked the ground beneath my feet. Made the air shimmer with her power and grace. The woman had slipped free the prison of rules that governed us all and met me halfway to paradise.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Iris Murdoch

(I think I fell in love with you when you were shouting at Romeo and Juliet, 'Don't touch each other!')

By Anonym 16 Sep

Erica Cameron

Hey, hold up!” I drop the pickax to the ground and jog after K.T. I pull a roundish piece of amethyst about half the size of my palm out of my pocket and hold it out. “Would you give this to her?” K.T. tilts her head to the side as she takes the stone and examines it. “Pretty. Is it amethyst?” “Yeah.” “Why don’t you give it to her yourself?” I shove my hands in my pockets and shrug. There’s no answer I can give that wouldn’t either sound crazy or be an outright lie. K.T. smiles and slips the stone into her pocket. “All right, Romeo. I’ll go see if I can get Juliet to come to the ball tonight.” K.T. winks and walks around to the front of the house.

By Anonym 18 Sep

William Shakespeare

Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.

By Anonym 18 Sep

William Shakespeare

Puis-je aller plus loin quand mon coeur est ici?

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Shakespeare

Friar Laurence: O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought to vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give; nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime's by action dignified.

By Anonym 19 Sep

J. Saman

The two of them became an instant couple. Very Romeo and Juliet without the wonky families and tragic double-suicide thing.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Shakespeare William

That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ehsan Sehgal

Had Romeo and Juliet higher IQ too or just love affair? While today's most lovers have the higher IQ, but even that, they fail.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Bob Harris

In high school, we barely brushed against Ogden Nash, Lewis Carroll, Edward Lear, or any of the other so-unserious writers who delight everyone they touch. This was, after all, a very expensive and important school. Instead, I was force-fed a few of Shakespeare's Greatest Hits, although the English needed translation, the broad comedy and wrenching drama were lost, and none of the magnificently dirty jokes were ever explained. (Incidentally, Romeo and Juliet, fully appreciated, might be banned in some U.S. states.) This was the Concordance again, and little more. So we'd read all the lines aloud, resign ourselves to a ponderous struggle, and soon give up the plot completely.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Elizabeth Wein

It’s awful, telling it like this, isn’t it? As though we didn’t know the ending. As though it could have another ending. It’s like watching Romeo drink poison. Every time you see it you get fooled into thinking his girlfriend might wake up and stop him. Every single time you see it you want to shout, 'You stupid ass, just wait a minute,' and she’ll open her eyes! 'Oi, you, you twat, open your eyes, wake up! Don’t die this time!' But they always do.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Shakespeare

what ho, apothecary!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lee Smith

I want to be Tragedy, I want to be Juliet, I want to be Romeo. Thus with a kiss I die.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Leisa Rayven

Romeo has poisoned himself. Idiot.

By Anonym 20 Sep

William Shakespeare

When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires, And these, who, often drowned, could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Melissa M. Futrell

That's because it was Gage Stevenson, the epitome of my childhood and love life. That boy is irreplaceable.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Rees Brennan

Hark,” he said, his tone very dry. “What stone through yonder window breaks?” Kami yelled up at him, “It is the east, and Juliet is a jerk!

By Anonym 18 Sep

Rachel Caine

Perhaps one day I’d be made a saint—the patron saint of fools and lovers, if those terms were not exactly the same.