What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
O, speak again, bright angel!
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this.
Young men’s love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Two households, both alike in dignity.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
These violent delights have violent ends.
A plague o’ both your houses!
I am fortune’s fool!
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Tempt not a desperate man.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books.
She doth teach the torches to burn bright.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea.
What light through yonder window breaks?
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
For stony limits cannot hold love out.
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
What’s done, is done.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
The Nurse Quotes Romeo and Juliet part 2
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
A plague o’ both your houses!
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
O, speak again, bright angel!
She’s more than a girl. She’s a woman now!
What’s done cannot be undone.
These violent delights have violent ends.
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; she is the hopeful lady of my earth.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
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