Quotes & Sayings About Benvolio

Let houses burn, as long as you are together. Nothing else matters but love. — Rachel Caine

BENVOLIO: It was. What sadness lengthens
Romeo's hours?
ROMEO: Not having that, which, having, makes
them short.
BENVOLIO: In love?
ROMEO: Out
BENVOLIO: Of love?
ROMEO: Out of her favour, where I am in love.
BENVOLIO: Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
ROMEO: Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! — William Shakespeare

Perhaps one day I'd be made a saint - the patron saint of fools and lovers, if those terms were not exactly the same. — Rachel Caine

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets."
Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not. — William Shakespeare

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. — William Shakespeare

What are you saying, Benvolio? You would like to speak to my father about my hand in marriage? — Emily Whitaker

Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio (in Romeo and Juliet) — William Shakespeare

Black and portentous must this humour46 prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. [140] Benvolio — William Shakespeare

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

Escalus, Prince of Verona. Paris, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince. Montague,}Heads of two Houses at variance with each other. Capulet, } An Old Man, Uncle to Capulet. Romeo, Son to Montague. Mercutio, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to Romeo. Benvolio, Nephew to Montague, and Friend to Romeo. Tybalt, Nephew to Lady Capulet. — William Shakespeare

What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. — William Shakespeare