“Rough or gentle? Tell me how you want me to love you.""Rough, please Jaxon, love me rough!”

“If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to put my visage in:A visor for a visor! what care IWhat curious eye doth quote deformities?Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.”

“Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.”

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!*It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*”

“Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?”

“Don’t leave us again, Lana,” he whispered roughly. “Don’t leave me. Stay. Please.”