Juliet’s love and loyalty towards Romeo, and her developing character do not only play an important role in motivating her in speaking the lines that she does, but also in motivating her actions. Despite all the current events that have occurred; events
To love is to be broken. It is to lose oneself to another; to twist and turn to fit their template, only to have them change it once more. Juliet, like so many others, had learned this the hard way. I had no desire to follow.
I take a couple of steps. “At least let me drive Or raped.” Heart racing I jog to catch up, grab hold of Juliet’s shoulders and force her to face me. She is breathtaking standing underneath the street lights. Wild. Angry. Untamed. Vulnerable. It’s heartbreaking. Ok, so I screwed up. “I’m sorry,” I whisper in my ear. I’ll never be able to say it enough. I pull back, battling to not kiss her parted lips. Instead, I shove my hands in my pockets and exhale the night air. “All I know about us, all I can say for sure… is that beautiful things never last, Juliet. I’m frightened.”
The full appreciation of this new confound feeling allows Romeo to continue his courting of Juliet with or without her rebuff. His encounter with Juliet could be considered as a ‘reality check’, to which he discovers the differences from his fixated crush on Rosaline to the arduous beauty he compares Juliet to. The unfamiliar sensation begins to broadens his outlook on love; opening his eyes to a fresh, passionate world.
“I want you to look at her and tell her you no longer want to be a part of our lives because she’s not worth living for.”
O Juliet, my sweet, fair child, lies dead in this cold and unforgivable place. What for? O lamentable day, it is because of her pure heart. She loved too deeply, too much for that Romeo, a Montague, the only son of her great enemy. Ah…But there cannot be nor was a better man for her than Romeo. He would have died for her and now he has.
Before I came here, I never understood what love was. My heart, my soul, and my very existence was cold and static because Lalnable created me only to mirror someone real as a seemingly perfect copy. Lalna fell for it, and somehow along the way, I fell for him. It
"Well will it ever come off?" I asked tilting my head slightly to the side. "Oh yes eventually but not anytime soon." You decided to leave the subject alone and change it. "What are the plans for today?"
“She is not my daughter.” “Alice…” “She can’t be around my house anymore. I’m afraid of what I’ll do to her. She did this to him. Don’t you get it? She took his eyes.”
Oh how that poor tragedy of my beloved Juliet. She was such a beautiful, young girl, with her sun kissed locks. The power of love lies hidden deep in her heart. She was like my very own daughter. Juliet raised by my own hands, filled with the blood of the Capulet’s, and Lady Capulet takes the glory of naming her their child. Juliet was overwhelmed with the possibility of a fate that her parents feared. The betrayal, the adventure, the secrecy, lies hidden from the eyes of Lord and Lady Capulet. And oh how she thought she knew what love was. Maybe that was what caused her terrible, terrible death. Oh Romeo should have known better. Flirting with a member of the Capulet family, it was such a coward act. Oh why didn’t he ask for her hand in marriage? He
“I- I don't even know what to say. This means more to me then you could possibly understand,” I could barely get the words out. The people that were closest to me did all they could to help me change my life into what I wanted it to be. I know it's cheesy, but without them I could never be the person that I am today. They helped me get what I needed in my life to make a serious change and move on from the school that held me captive. That moment will forever change
Throughout Juliet’s seemingly untroubled and satisfactory childhood, she was fortunate enough to have, not only a personal servant, but the Nurse being someone she could trust, acting as a best
“Liar.” “Well, you don’t have to be.” “You haven’t been around long enough for the truth to come out. If I were you, Juliet, I would run. I wouldn’t blame you for running as fast and as far away from me was you can get.” He pauses, hesitates over his next words, “I care too much about you to let you end up being anything like my mother.”
“ Mom I don’t want to died over something I didn’t do, but I do love you mom and I would do anything for you.”
I slowly make my way to her, frightened that if I move any closer she might burst crying again. Why is she crying? Did I do anything wrong? This is all wrong. All of this, it’s too early, too early to see her. It’s