romeo-and-juliet

There are a million things in this world that can end you, that can in one second obliterate the life you work so hard to keep alive. Our lives are structured around not dying. Eating, sleeping, looking both ways before you cross the street. It's all, all of it, to keep us safe from the thing that we know is going to get us anyway. It doesn't even make sense, if you think about it. It's the world's biggest joke. Our entire lives are set up around not dying, knowing all the while that it's the one thing we can't avoid.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm.yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

One pain is lessened by another__ anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

She shocked me. Truly rocked the ground beneath my feet. Made the air shimmer with her power and grace. The woman had slipped free the prison of rules that governed us all and met me halfway to paradise.

Oh love how can we not be together?' Romeo cried. "Without the sight of you every day, the smell, the taste of you, I would wither away. My blood would turn to powder in my veins. And you? Have you not found in me a mirror for your soul? When you look at me, when we speak, touch, do you not see who you really are? I dare you to deny that in my presence you love yourself better. I know this is true, for I love myself better in yours.

I was Juliet and Quinn was Romeo, and the lines weren't dead black-and-white words on a page but somehow alive, as natural and real as the argument we'd had about the spider and the fly. The rows of empty seats were gone, and we were in a candlelit ballrooom, wrapped in our own cocoon of words. But the playful banter of our words couldn't mask what we both knew--that after this, nothing would be the same .And then we got to the kissing part, which we'd only read through together and had never really rehearsed. But it didn't matter, because I was still Juliet and Quinn was still Romeo, his gray-green eyes fixed on mine. And when he bent to kiss me, it was Romeo's lips on Juliet's. Even so, Juliet was just as stunned as I would've been. When I said the last line, I was speaking for both of us. You kiss by the book.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.

I've played Romeo for Juliet(But in depth)It's vignettes of silhouettes(And then read)And watched Russian roulette, yeah red SovietYet doing it simultaneouslyWhile dropping down shed oubliettesTurned around and took truth to the head thatLove is the ugliest thing too beautiful for death

I want to be Tragedy, I want to be Juliet, I want to be Romeo. Thus with a kiss I die.

Avalon is full of desperate people._ She bites at her lower lip this time, fumbling her hands, knitting her fingers into the bundle of plastic coin bags in her grasp. __re you implying that I__ desperate?_ I say, one eyebrow tilting.__ou don__ need to be desperate_ you can have anyone... I_ she trails off. Looking up and trying to search the line of shops for the bank. I repulse her, I make her want to run. Why is this so hard? I need to get inside of her, I need to know what she is thinking, what she is wanting.It surely isn__ me she wants. Not to the extent that I_ want her.__ou?_ I entice her to finish her sentence but she doesn__, she stares off into the bustling crowds, memory flashing her eyes with a darkness.__adi wouldn__ fumble like this.__h, she would fumble, but not in the way you are, Elli.__ou__e not her, Elli._ I entice her again, trying to force the dark memory, the sadness from her.__o, if I was, you wouldn__ have wanted anyone else.__ breath hitches in her throat, she puts a hand over her mouth and says something else, her cheeks dance a shade of red that brightens and brightens until she apologises and quickens her pace. I chuckle, pulling at her arm and encircling one around her waist, pulling her back to me. Beneath my touch, her body trembles. When I raise my hand, my palm touching her cheek, I am sure she isn__ breathing.__ don__ want anyone, Elli._ My eyes burn, consuming her with my gaze. She is like a frightful deer, struggling beneath me with a gaze that cannot quite meet mine. When she does, it is only for a brief second before falling down and all I see is the gentle flutter of her raven flashes.__ told you. I want someone I cannot have.___hat is a really harsh way of telling someone you__e not interested.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

We are all Romeos looking for our Juliet, but never finding her.

When I was twelve, my sixth-grade English class went on a field trip to see Franco Zeffirelli__ film adaptation of Shakespeare__ Romeo and Juliet. From that moment forward I dreamed that someday I__ meet my own Juliet. I__ marry her and I would love her with the same passion and intensity as Romeo. The factthat their marriage lasted fewer than three days before they both were deaddidn__ seem to affect my fantasy. Even if they had lived, I don__ think theirrelationship could have survived. Let__ face it, being that emotionally aflame, sexually charged, and transcendentally eloquent every single second can really start to grate on a person__ 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.

Juliet and Romeo die at the end,' I said.'Do they really, though?' Monroe asked. 'I didn__ know that that matters, when they sure did live. It__ as simple as this, their secret. When you love somebody, you live, and you live goddamn well.

I said __ love you so much it__ killing me__nd you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret. As Romeo is dying Juliet says__ am willing to die to remain by your side__nd love was never a static place of restbut the last second of euphoriawhile throwing yourself out from a 20 store windowto be able to say__ flew before I hit the ground_,and it was glorious.Don__ be sorry.The fall was beautiful, dear.The crash was beautiful.

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy.