As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the turmoil between action and thought during a moment of crisis.
In this quote, Shakespeare explores the mental struggle one experiences before taking a significant action, especially regarding moral dilemmas. It suggests that the mind is occupied with fear and uncertainty, akin to being caught in a nightmarish state, as one contemplates the consequences of their decisions and the internal conflicts that arise, likening it to a kingdom on the brink of revolt, where disorder reigns before an action is taken.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about moral dilemmas faced by leaders.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.
Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.
The essence of humanity's spiritual dilemma is that we evolved genetically to accept one truth and discovered another. Is there a way to erase the dilemma, to resolve the contradictions between the transcendentalist and the empiricist world views?
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
Society is one vast conspiracy for carving one into the kind of statue likes, and then placing it in the most convenient niche it has.
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