The best Quotes from Love's Labour's Lost

Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.

For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.

Hell is empty, devils are here!

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game, but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for a life time.

Alacke, there lies more perill in thine eye,
Then twenty of their swords, looke thou but sweete,
And I am proofe against their enmity.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Then death proroged wanting of thy Love.

It takes much more courage to be in love than it does for war.

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shade when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes, you close your window. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.

If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one, because if you really loved the first one you wouldn't have fallen for the second.

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

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

It was the Nightingale, and not the Larke

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff,
Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. [...]
Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of womas born
Shall harm Macbeth. [...]
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound anf fury,
Signifying nothing.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth
Than are dream't of in your Philosophy

To be, or not to be, that is the question

Well roar'd Lion.

Where words are scarse, they are seldome spent in vaine.

For women are as Roses, whose fairr flowre,
Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre.