#juliet

Cocky." "I won't deny it. Which is why this is weird for me," Romeo's voice lowered as he leaned into her. His warm breath fanned against her neck, making Jules shiver as he said, "You're so beautiful you make me feel humble. Being with you scares me, and I'm not real sure what to do about it. ↗

— Kele Moon

#kele-moon #romeo-wellings #beauty

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

— Brendan Fraser

#had #hamlet #juliet #romeo #romeo and juliet

After drama school I did a seven-month tour of Europe performing in 'Romeo and Juliet.' I played Romeo. ↗

— Clive Owen

#did #drama #drama school #europe #i

The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me. ↗

— Juliette Miller

#juliette-miller #roses #wilkie #art

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#light

You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he's never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#humor #juliet #humor

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#romeo-and-juliet #love

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

— Raquel Cepeda

#love-lost #relationship-advice #romeo-and-juliet #shakespeare #shakespeare-in-love

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond... ↗

— William Shakespeare

#balcony-scene #juliet #love #plays #romeo

Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With 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 siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197 ↗

— William Shakespeare

#sex #william-shakespeare #beauty