Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: True Love Quotes

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, From mine own library with volumes that...

Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, From mine own library with volumes that...

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

In time we hate that which we often fear.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

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

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

I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a...

I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a...

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

Season's Greetings and best wishes for the New Year.

Season's Greetings and best wishes for the New Year.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For...

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For...

Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their...

Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their...

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play...

I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play...

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by...

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by...