| Quote | Author | Source | Email Quote |
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"Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet |  |
"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
"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." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
| "These violent delights have violent ends . . ." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name!
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
"Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
"Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometime's by action dignified." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
| "Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy . . . " | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
"For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
