Juliet Quotes

“I am to cover the philosophical side of the debate and so far my only thought is that reading keeps you from going gaga.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer & Annie Barrows, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he's never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually.”
― Eoin Colfer, The Eternity Code

“Hey, bodyguard. You better get down to the gymnasium. This jumbo pixie guy is killing your sister." "Really?" said Butler, unconvinced. "Really. Juliet just does not seem to be herself. She can't put two moves together. It's pathetic, really. Everybody is betting against her." "I see," said Butler, straightening. Mulch held the door. "It's going to make things really interesting when you show up to help." Butler grinned. "I'm not coming to help. I just want to be there when she stops faking." "Ah," said Mulch, comprehension dawning on his face. "So I should switch my bet to Juliet?" "You certainly should" said Butler.”
― Eoin Colfer

“Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.”
― Anne Fortier, Juliet

“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
― William Shakespeare

“Do you believe in love at first sight?"
His smile fades, but when I lay my hands on his chest he doesn't pull away. "No, I don't."
"Me either," I say. "I think we'll need at least three days."
"Three days?"
"To fall in love."
His smile-his real smile, the crooked one that lights him up from the inside out-breaks across his face. He throws back his head and laughs. When he finishes, his arms are around me again and a familiar gleam is in his eyes. "You're very sure of yourself."
"No, I'm sure of you." I curl my hands into his coat. "Of us”
― Stacey Jay, Juliet Immortal

“La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“I take his hand and pull him back to me, stealing another kiss, smiling against his lips as he kisses me back.
And kisses me again.
And then some more.
And I know he is mine. For now, for the rest of our lives, no matter what comes next.”
― Stacey Jay, Juliet Immortal

“In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown”
― Mary Ann Shaffer

“He hesitates only a moment before pulling me close, arms tightening around me, mouth meeting mine the same way it did before. Purely, sweetly, wickedly, perfectly. He sighs against my lips, a sound of such relief it echoes through my skin, making me smile and our teeth bump together. I know exactly how he feels. How it feels to come home, to find sanctuary, to be handed that missing piece that makes life not something to be endured, but something to be celebrated.”
― Stacey Jay, Juliet Immortal

“Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“He waved to me to be quiet, as if I were annoying background noise. "Look, whatever your name is..."
Benvolio Montague."
Right. Look, Benvolio, why don't we go outside and get a taxi? My label has a New York office. We can go there and get you a money order or something." He smile, thinking himself clever. "Come on, what do you say?"
Benvolio raised an eyebrow. "I am begining to believe that you are insane.”
― Suzanne Selfors, Saving Juliet

“When I was twelve, my sixth-grade English class went on a field trip to see Franco Zeffirelli’s film adaptation of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. From that moment forward I dreamed that someday I’d meet my own Juliet. I’d marry her and I would love her with the same passion and intensity as Romeo. The fact
that their marriage lasted fewer than three days before they both were dead
didn’t seem to affect my fantasy. Even if they had lived, I don’t think their
relationship could have survived. Let’s face it, being that emotionally aflame, sexually charged, and transcendentally eloquent every single second can really start to grate on a person’s nerves. However, if I could find someone to love just a fraction of the way that Montague loved his Capulet, then marrying her would be worth it.”
― Annabelle Gurwitch, You Say Tomato, I Say Shut Up: A Love Story

“I invented chemistry with you. Everything else is just pretend.”
― Leisa Rayven, Broken Juliet

“She had died peacefully, in her sleep, after an evening of listening to all of her favorite Fred Astaire songs, one crackling record after another. Once the last chord of the last piece had died out, she had stood up and opened the French doors to the garden outside, perhaps waiting to breathe in the honeysuckle one more time.”
― Anne Fortier, Juliet

“Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“Tony: Okay, white stick merchant, your name is Rumpelstiltskin.
Woodsman: Nope
Tony: I said Rumpelstiltskin.
Woodsman: Guess again
Tony: Rumpelstiltskin Junior? Rumpelstiltskin the Fourth!
Woodsman: No.
Tony: Does it have a Rumple in it?
Wolf: This was your big idea, was it?”
― Kathryn Wesley, The 10th Kingdom

“Experience, then, was something that enabled you to do nothing with a clear conscience. Experience was an overrated quality.”
― Nick Hornby, Juliet, Naked

“Why did Juliet fall for Romeo? Well for one thing, with all due deference for Shakespeare, he happened to be the first man she had seen.”
― Agatha Christie, Dumb Witness

“It only takes a Romeo for every girl to become a Juliet.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

“Every time I tried kissing happiness, it came very close to me and then pushed me away.”
― Toffee, Finding Juliet

“Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend which you weep for”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“There was Brunhilde, a star shining high above the hillside behind her, dark, rippling hair hanging below her waist, standing in full command, spear in hand. Constance could not help thinking the star so large and bright might have shone over Bethlehem. She was momentarily grateful for her veil, not only for the concealment of her identity but also of her amused response to the scene before her.
She struggled to contain herself as her eyes moved to the second vignette: here was fair Juliet, standing beneath rather than on her balcony, garbed in simple lines, her head wreathed in flowers, a cross of stars high above her. Ah, those star-crossed lovers, thought Constance. Again, she was glad that she could hide her amusement. How clever these women, she thought. The third was Semiramis, a quarter moon low above the exotic turrets behind her crowned head, a long-handled fan in her hand, like the fan of a servant. How should Constance interpret this? At once she noticed the replication of the shape of Brunhilde’s spear, but it was enlarged. Semiramis, the queen who had served for her son yet had conquered her foes and enlarged her kingdom. And was this moon waxing or waning? Rising or setting? Or perhaps the enigma of a waxing moon rising. Ah, somehow that was comfort. Last, before a rising sun, framed by trees that reached out to touch one another, stood Pocahontas, her costume appearing authentic, a feather in her headdress, the emblematizing dawn of a new age, a new woman in a new world. May it be so, thought Constance.”
― Diane C. McPhail, The Seamstress of New Orleans

“Well, am I forgiven?'
Butler sighed. On the chaise lounge, Juliet snored like a drunken sailor. He smiled suddenly.
'Yes, Artemis. All is forgiven. Just one thing…'
'Yes?'
'Never again. Fairies are too… human.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl