#romeo

Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death

And with a kiss I die ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love #romeo-and-juliet #death

True I talk of Dreams which are the children of an idle brain; Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

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 let an expert take over. ↗

— Martin Millar

#literature #pride #queen-mab #romeo-and-juliet #dreams

Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#romeo-and-juliet #death

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were! ↗

— William Shakespeare

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

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#quarrel #romeo-and-juliet #humor

I stay where I am, watching as she lies down on her belly and scoots under the bed beside me. I imagine how different this would feel if we were both on top of the bed instead of underneath it, how easily something childlike could grow adult possibilities. ↗

— Stacey Jay

#imagination

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

— William Shakespeare

#romeo-and-juliet #values #waste #love

It starts so young, and I'm angry about that. The garbage we're taught. About love, about what's "romantic." Look at so many of the so-called romantic figures in books and movies. Do we ever stop and think how many of them would cause serious and drastic unhappiness after The End? Why are sick and dangerous personality types so often shown a passionate and tragic and something to be longed for when those are the very ones you should run for your life from? Think about it. Heathcliff. Romeo. Don Juan. Jay Gatsby. Rochester. Mr. Darcy. From the rigid control freak in The Sound of Music to all the bad boys some woman goes running to the airport to catch in the last minute of every romantic comedy. She should let him leave. Your time is so valuable, and look at these guys--depressive and moody and violent and immature and self-centered. And what about the big daddy of them all, Prince Charming? What was his secret life? We dont know anything about him, other then he looks good and comes to the rescue. ↗

— Deb Caletti

#garbage #heathcliff #jay-gatsby #love #men