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Love Quotes - Page 355

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

William Shakespeare (2009). “CliffsComplete Romeo and Juliet”, p.27, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

William Shakespeare (2016). “Othello: Revised Edition”, p.295, Bloomsbury Publishing

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

'Romeo And Juliet' (1595) act 1, sc. 5, l. [48]

For she had eyes and chose me.

BookCaps, William Shakespeare (2011). “Othello Retold In Plain and Simple English: BookCaps Study Guide”, p.173, BookCaps Study Guides

Parting is such sweet sorrow

'Romeo And Juliet' (1595) act 2, sc. 2, l. 176

I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard.

William Goldman (2013). “The Princess Bride: An Illustrated Edition of S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure”, p.60, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

William Butler Yeats (2010). “The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Vol. III: Autobiogra”, p.343, Simon and Schuster

Love rarely overtakes; it mostly comes to meet us.

Wilhelm Stekel (1931). “Marriage at the Crossroads”

Each time you send love in response to hate, you diffuse the hate.

Dyer, Wayne (2005). “Everyday Wisdom”, p.15, Hay House, Inc

The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.110, NYU Press

There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.

Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (2008). “The Real Life of Sebastian Knight”, p.113, New Directions Publishing

Love is more of a respect for a mystery than a desire to know.

Vladimir Jankélévitch (2005). “Forgiveness”, p.87, University of Chicago Press