True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does.

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”

“Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man’s son doth know.”

“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne’er be younger.

Remember me.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

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.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

For she had eyes and chose me.

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

My soul is in the sky.

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

My only love sprung from my only hate.

And therefore, – since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, – I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

There’s small choice in rotten apples.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

“The course of true love never did run smooth.” 

There is no darkness but ignorance.”

“Love me or hate me, both are in my favor, if you love me, I’ll always be in your heart, if you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.”

“Love cometh like sunshine after rain.”

Never play with the feelings of others. Because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for a life time.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

I defy you, stars.

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt

“If you love and get hurt, love more. If you love more and hurt more, love even more. If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more...”

“Though she be but little, she is fierce!”

“All’s well if all ends well.”

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.”

“Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.”

“The golden age is before us, not behind us.”

“Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.”

“When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.”

“The rest, is silence.”

“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

“Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.”

“Presume not that I am the thing I was.”

“Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.”

“Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.”

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.”

“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”

“Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.”

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”