The star-crossed lovers
A pair of star-crossed lovers.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
What light through yonder window breaks?
Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
All is well that ends well
All's well that ends well.
We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.
Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.
Ancient societies had anthropomorphic gods: a huge pantheon expanding into centuries of dynastic drama; fathers and sons, martyred heroes, star-crossed lovers, the deaths of kings - stories that taught us of the danger of hubris and the primacy of humility.
The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.
Make no mistake, your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other. To live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks.
Artists and their subjects are the star-crossed lovers of the world. They recognize each other on impact.
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