Best 47 quotes in «juliet quotes» category

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

Do you believe in love at first sight?" His smile fades, but when I lay my hands on his chest he doesn't pull away. "No, I don't." "Me either," I say. "I think we'll need at least three days." "Three days?" "To fall in love." His smile-his real smile, the crooked one that lights him up from the inside out-breaks across his face. He throws back his head and laughs. When he finishes, his arms are around me again and a familiar gleam is in his eyes. "You're very sure of yourself." "No, I'm sure of you." I curl my hands into his coat. "Of us

Every time I tried kissing happiness, it came very close to me and then pushed me away.

He hesitates only a moment before pulling me close, arms tightening around me, mouth meeting mine the same way it did before. Purely, sweetly, wickedly, perfectly. He sighs against my lips, a sound of such relief it echoes through my skin, making me smile and our teeth bump together. I know exactly how he feels. How it feels to come home, to find sanctuary, to be handed that missing piece that makes life not something to be endured, but something to be celebrated.

Experience, then, was something that enabled you to do nothing with a clear conscience. Experience was an overrated quality.

Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

He waved to me to be quiet, as if I were annoying background noise. "Look, whatever your name is..." Benvolio Montague." Right. Look, Benvolio, why don't we go outside and get a taxi? My label has a New York office. We can go there and get you a money order or something." He smile, thinking himself clever. "Come on, what do you say?" Benvolio raised an eyebrow. "I am begining to believe that you are insane.

They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.

Hey, bodyguard. You better get down to the gymnasium. This jumbo pixie guy is killing your sister." "Really?" said Butler, unconvinced. "Really. Juliet just does not seem to be herself. She can't put two moves together. It's pathetic, really. Everybody is betting against her." "I see," said Butler, straightening. Mulch held the door. "It's going to make things really interesting when you show up to help." Butler grinned. "I'm not coming to help. I just want to be there when she stops faking." "Ah," said Mulch, comprehension dawning on his face. "So I should switch my bet to Juliet?" "You certainly should" said Butler.

I take his hand and pull him back to me, stealing another kiss, smiling against his lips as he kisses me back. And kisses me again. And then some more. And I know he is mine. For now, for the rest of our lives, no matter what comes next.

Tony: Okay, white stick merchant, your name is Rumpelstiltskin. Woodsman: Nope Tony: I said Rumpelstiltskin. Woodsman: Guess again Tony: Rumpelstiltskin Junior? Rumpelstiltskin the Fourth! Woodsman: No. Tony: Does it have a Rumple in it? Wolf: This was your big idea, was it?

Barriers tend to intensify romance. It's called the 'Romeo and Juliet effect.' I call it 'frustration attraction.'

When I was twelve, my sixth-grade English class went on a field trip to see Franco Zeffirelli’s film adaptation of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. From that moment forward I dreamed that someday I’d meet my own Juliet. I’d marry her and I would love her with the same passion and intensity as Romeo. The fact that their marriage lasted fewer than three days before they both were dead didn’t seem to affect my fantasy. Even if they had lived, I don’t think their relationship could have survived. Let’s face it, being that emotionally aflame, sexually charged, and transcendentally eloquent every single second can really start to grate on a person’s nerves. However, if I could find someone to love just a fraction of the way that Montague loved his Capulet, then marrying her would be worth it.

And what, for instance, would have happened had Romeo and Juliet lived to middle age, their silhouettes broadened by pasta?

If Shakespeare had to go on an author tour to promote Romeo and Juliet, he never would have written Macbeth.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

I actually got to stay and watch the filming of different parts of the movie [Romeo+Juliet]. I got to meet some of the co-stars, like John Leguizamo.

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

By Heaven, I love thee better than myself

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

Juliet shook her head. The thought of eating anything made her feel nauseous. "No thanks, I'm not hungry." "Oh yeah, the heartbreak diet," nodded Trudy sagely. "Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt.

It's a myth that older writers can't write for younger audiences. Shakespeare wasn't 15 when he wrote Romeo and Juliet.

I was obsessed with Claire Danes because she was Juliet. There is something about her still to this day - she is a brilliant actress. And she did make out with both of my boyfriends.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

I thought Leonardo DiCaprio was amazing in Baz Luhrmanns Romeo and Juliet.

It was my life, playing Juliet. From that moment on I was convinced I was going to be an actress. That was all I really wanted to do.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Look, if you're playing Romeo and your Juliet is a pig, you find something you can love about pigs!

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth stumbling on abuse.

Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader?

Romeo and Juliet *died*. I always liked that in a teen romance story.

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Sometimes the parallels that are brought in can make the play seem less relevant; you can deny a play's application to the universal by making it too specific. Sometimes having a modern context does make things easier to grasp; sometimes, you go, "Why have they got swords?" "Why didn't Juliet just text Romeo? Why did she bother posting a letter? Why was the Milan post service so bad?" It throws up irrelevant questions that don't help.

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

The weakest goes to the wall.

The story of the movie [Romeo + Juliet] is timeless. It's relevant then.

What if Shakespeare had had a test audience for Romeo and Juliet or Hamlet?

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

We want to do for 'Hamlet' what Baz Luhrmann did for 'Romeo and Juliet' in terms of like a really cool kind of re-imagining.

What did Romeo and Juliet do?” They died,” I remind her gently. “Some mix-up with the poison-

When I was 10, my school did Romeo and Juliet. I was Juliet, and that was, like, the biggest deal ever. I was completely obsessed with the role.