Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

“In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...”

“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”

“Why, why is this?Think'st thou I'ld make a lie of jealousy,To follow still the …”

“silence is not a langauge, its a weapon to make your dear one to feel”