I’ve played Romeo for Juliet(But in depth)It’s vignettes of silhouettes(And then read)And watched Russian roulette, yeah red SovietYet doing it simultaneouslyWhile dropping down shed oubliettesTurned around and took truth to the head thatLove is the...

There are a million things in this world that can end you, that can in one second obliterate the life you work so hard to keep alive. Our lives are structured around not dying. Eating,...

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....

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

Juliet and Romeo die at the end,’ I said.’Do they really, though?’ Monroe asked. ‘I didn’t know that that matters, when they sure did live. It’s as simple as this, their secret. When you love...

What’s in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell.

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...

The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law. – Romeo

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn’t be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a...

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...

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I’m only capable of loving you. You’re tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper...

Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.

I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me”and you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret....

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...

You two are bound to one another. You always have been … and you can’t run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.

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.

Friar Laurence:O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn 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;...

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...

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

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

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

We are all Romeos looking for our Juliet, but never finding her.

whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy...

The preliminaries were out of the way, the creative process was about to begin. The creative process, that mystic life force, that splurge out of which has come the Venus de Milo, the Mona Lisa,...

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.

It is the east, and Juliet is a jerk!

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

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....

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 fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd...

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

When the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains 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 sunNe’er saw her...

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...

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

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...

Well, in that hit you miss. She’ll not be hitWith Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dian’s wit,And, in strong proff of chastity well armed,From Love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the...

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

[…] my heart is wondrous light,Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.

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...

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...

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.

Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start. / When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?