#juliet

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

— Reduced Shakespeare Company

#paraphrased #romeo-and-juliet #shakespeare #humor

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

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love

Are you kidding?” I stop in the middle of the kitchen. Spin around. My face is pulled together in disbelief. “You’ve spoken to me maybe once in the two weeks I’ve been here. I hardly even notice you anymore.” “Okay, hold up,” he says, turning to block my path. “We both know there’s no way you haven’t noticed all of this” — he gestures to himself — “so if you’re trying to play games with me, I should let you know up front that it’s not going to work.” “What?” I frown. “What are you talking abou—” “You can’t play hard to get, kid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I can’t even touch you. Takes ‘hard to get’ to a whole new level, if you know what I mean.” “Oh my God,” I mouth, eyes closed, shaking my head. “You are insane.” He falls to his knees. “Insane for your sweet, sweet love! ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#kenji #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

Don't you dare. Don't you run away from me." He holds me tight, his fingers pressing into my back. "I'm listening. You're not Ariel. Then what should I call you? I don't care. I'll love you no matter what name you want me to use. ↗

— Stacey Jay

#juliet-capulet #love #love

Every night, my love. All nights are yours. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#kingsley-edge #love

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#marriage

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#beauty