《罗密欧与茱丽叶》中的名言有哪些？

Question

如题，越多越好！速度啊！！！！

Answer 1

　一、山普孙 我见了他们家里的狗子，就会站住不动；蒙太古家里任何男女碰到了我，就像是碰到墙壁一样。
　　葛来古里 这正说明你是软弱无能的奴才；只有最没出息的家伙，才去墙底下躲难。
　　山普孙 的确不错；所以生来软弱的女人，就老是被人逼得不能动：我见了蒙太古家里人来，是男人我就把他们从墙边推出去，是女人我就把她们望着墙壁摔过去。
　　二、好多天的早上曾经有人在那边看见过他，用眼泪洒为清晨的露水，用长叹嘘成天空的云雾；可是一等到鼓舞众生的太阳在东方的天边开始揭起黎明女神床上灰黑色的帐幕的时候，我那怀着一颗沉重的心的儿子，就逃避了光明，溜回到家里；一个人关起了门躲正在房间里，闭紧了窗子，把大好的阳光锁在外面，为他自己造成了一个人工的黑夜。
　　三、啊，吵吵闹闹的相爱，亲亲热热的怨恨！啊， 无中生有的一切！啊，沉重的轻浮，严肃的狂妄，整齐的混乱，铅铸的羽毛，光明的烟雾，寒冷的火焰，憔悴的健康，永远睡醒的睡眠，否定的存在！我感觉到爱情正是这么一种东西，可是我并不喜欢这种爱情。
　　四、爱情是叹息吹起的一阵烟；恋人的眼中有它净化了的火星；恋人的眼泪是它激起的波涛。
　　五、我可以用我的十四颗牙齿打赌———唉，说来伤心，我的牙齿掉得只剩四颗啦！———她还没满十四岁呢。现在离开收获季节还有多久？
　　六、她是精灵的稳婆；她的手指只有郡吏手指上的一颗玛瑙那么大；几匹蚂蚁大小的细马替她拖着车子，越过酣睡的人民的鼻梁，她的车辐在蜘蛛的长脚做成的；车篷是蚱蜢的翅膀；挽索是小蜘蛛丝，劲带如水 的月光；马鞭是蟋蟀的骨头；绳索是天际的游丝。替她架车的是一个小小的蚊虫，他的大小还 不如一个贪懒丫头的指尖挑出来的懒虫的一半。她的车子是野蚕用一个榛子的空壳替她造成的，他们从古以来，就是精灵门的车匠。
　　七、你要是真的爱我，就请你诚意告诉我；你要是嫌我太容易降心相从，我也会堆起怒容，装出倔强的神气，拒绝你的好意，好让你向我婉转求情，否则我是无论如何不会拒绝你的。
　　八、不要指着月亮起誓，它是变化无常的，每个月都有盈亏圆缺；你要是指着它起誓，也许你的爱情也会像它一样无常。
　　九、为了表示我的慷慨，我要把它重新给你。可是我只愿意要我已有的东西：我的慷慨像海一样浩渺，我的爱情也像海一样深沉；我给你的越多，我自己也越是富有，因为这两者都是没有穷尽的。
　　十、一千次的晚安。
　　十一、可是我就好比一个淘气的女孩子，像放松一个囚犯似的让她心爱的鸟儿暂时跳出她的掌心，又用一根丝线把它拉了回来，爱的私心使她不愿意给它自由。
　　十二、为了替无味的爱情添加一点辛酸的味道，曾经浪费掉多少的咸水。
　　十三、恋爱的使者应当是思想，因为它比驱散山坡上的阴影的太阳光还要快十倍；所以维纳斯的云车是用白鸽驾驶的，所以凌风而飞的丘匹德生着翅膀。
　　十四、你怎么满脸的懊恼？即使是坏消息，你也应该装着笑容说；如果是好消息，你就不该用这副难看的面孔奏出美妙的音乐来。
　　十五、充实的思想不在于言语的富丽；只有乞儿才能够计算他的家私。
　　十六、让他们用眼泪洗涤他的伤口，我的眼泪是要留着为罗密欧的放逐而哀哭的。
　　十七、这是酷刑，不是恩典。朱丽叶所在的地方就是天堂；这儿的每一只猫、每一只狗、每一只小小的老鼠，都生活在天堂里，都可以瞻仰到她的容颜，可是罗密欧却看不见她。污秽的苍蝇都可以接触亲爱的朱丽叶的皎洁的玉手，从她的嘴唇上偷取天堂中的幸福，那两片嘴唇是这样的纯洁贞淑，永远含着娇羞，好像觉得它们自身的相吻也是一种罪恶；苍蝇可以这样做，我却必须远走高飞，它们是自由人，我却是一个放逐的流徙。
　　十八、天已经亮了，天已经亮了；快走吧，快走吧！那唱得这样刺耳、嘶着粗涩的噪声和讨厌的锐音的，正是天际的云雀。有人说云雀会发出千变万化的甜蜜的歌声，这句话一点不对，因为它只使我们彼此分离；有人说云雀曾和丑恶的蟾蜍交换眼睛，啊！我但愿他们交换了声音，因为那声音使我离开你的怀抱，用催醒的晨歌催促你的登程！现在你快走吧；天越来越亮了。
　　十九、适当的悲哀可以表示感情的深切，过度的伤心却可以证明智慧的欠缺。
　　二十、太阳西下的时候，天空落下了蒙蒙的细雾；可是我的侄儿死了，却有倾盆大雨为他下葬。怎么！装起喷水管来了吗，孩子？雨到现在还没有停吗？你这小小的身体里面也有船，也有海，也有风；因为你的眼睛就是海，永远有泪潮在那儿涨退；你的身体，是一艘船，在这泪还上面航行；你的叹息是还上的狂风；你是身体经不起风浪的吹打，回在汹涌的风浪中覆没的。

Answer 2

新的火焰可以把旧的火焰扑灭; 大的痛苦可以使小的痛苦减轻 —《罗密欧与茱丽叶》

Answer 3

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;"

"Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death."

"Not having that, which having, makes them short."

"Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but shee;/She is the hopeful lady of my earth./But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart;/My will to her consent is but a part."

"Compare her face with some that I shall show,/ And I will make thee think thy swan a crow."

"Now by my maidenhead at twelve year old!"

"An I might live to see thee married once, / I have my wish."

"I was you mother much upon these years / That you are now a maid."

"Nay, bigger. Women grow by men."

"Oh, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you."

"I fear too early, for my mind misgives / Some consequence yet hanging in the stars/Shall bitterly begin his fearful date, / With this night's revels..."

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, / For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand / This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this; / My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand / To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

"My grave is like to be my wedding bed."

"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 loathèd enemy."

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?"

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"

"That which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet."

"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, / May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet."

"Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, / But love from love, toward school with heavy looks."

"Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow / That I shall say 'Good night' till it be morrow."

"Women may fall when there is no strength in men."

"Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast."

"Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so./Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."

"For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring."

"Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat..."

"A plague o' both your houses!"

"No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as / a church door, but 'tis enough. 'Twill serve. Ask for / me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man."

"This day's black fate on more days doth depend. / This but begins the woe others must end."

"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."

"There's no trust, / no faith, no honesty in men."

"Be patient, for the world is broad and wide."

"Heaven is here / where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog / And little mouse, every unworthy thing, / Live here in heaven and may look on her, / But Romeo may not."

"Flies may do this, when I from this must fly."

"More light and light it grows." - "More light and light, more dark and dark our woes."

"Then, window, let day in, and let life out."

"O God, I have an ill-divining soul! / Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low, / As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. / Either my eyesight fails, or thou lookest pale."

"I would the fool were married to her grave."

"Thank me no thankings nor proud me no prouds..."

"Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed / In that dim monument where Tybalt lies."

"I would I knew not why it should be slowed."

"All our whole city is much bound to him."

"Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse, / I pray thee leave me to myself tonight, / For I have need of many orisons / To move the heavens to smile upon my state, / Which, as well thou knowest, is cross and full of sin."

"Death is my son-in-law; death is my heir."

"The heavens do lour upon you for some ill. / Move them no more by crossing their high will."

"I dreamt my lady came and found me dead..."

"Then I defy you stars!"

"There is they gold, worse poison to men's souls, / Doing more murder in this loathsome world / Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. / I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none."

"Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, / Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, / Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite I'll cram thee with more food."

"Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, / Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. / Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet / Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, / And death's pale flag is not advancèd there."

"Fear comes upon me. / O, much I fear some ill unthrifty thing."

"The sun for sorrow will not show his head."

"For never was a story of more woe / Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."