9 Quotes about Love from Othello (by William Shakespeare)

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Othello quotes about love

Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth demonstrateThe native act and figure of my heartIn compliment extern, ’tis not long afterBut I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at. I am not what I am

— William Shakespeare, Othello


She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

— William Shakespeare, Othello


This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

— William Shakespeare, Othello


I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.

— William Shakespeare, Othello


My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty.To you I am bound for life and education.My life and education both do learn meHow to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showedTo you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may professDue to the Moor my lord.

— William Shakespeare, Othello


Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

— William Shakespeare, Othello


My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:She swore, ––in faith, twas strange, ’twas passing strange;’Twas pitiful, ’twas wondrous pitiful:She wish’d she had not heard it, yet she wish’dThat heaven had made her such a man: she thank’d me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov’d her, I should but teach him how to tell my story.And that would woo her.

— William Shakespeare, Othello


Then must you speakOf one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl awayRicher than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian treesTheir medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned TurkBeat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th’ throat the circumcised dogAnd smote him thus.

— William Shakespeare, Othello


For she had eyes and chose me.

— William Shakespeare, Othello