Toya Smith

“Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet