For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
My heart is ever at your service.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
This bud of love by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
I never tempted her with word too large,
But, as a brother to his sister, show’d
Bashful sincerity and comely love.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
For, you see, each day I love you more,
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
There’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.
Speak low if you speak love.
Love is blind, and lovers cannot see, The pretty follies that themselves commit.
Though last, not least in love.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
So long as I can breathe or I can see, so long lives your love which gives life to me.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Love from one side hurts, but love from two sides heals.
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would
smell as sweet
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
They do not love that do not show their love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight.
I’ll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I’ll die by your hand which I love so well.
I love you more than workds can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Love goes toward love.
My bounty is as deep as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
By William Shakespeare
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