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
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Interpretation
The loss of a vital sense like sight leaves a profound impact that is difficult to forget.
This quote by William Shakespeare highlights the deep sense of loss experienced by someone who has lost their eyesight. It emphasizes the preciousness of our senses and how their absence can leave a lasting impression, indicating that true appreciation often comes in the wake of loss.
In practice
Using this quote in a speech about the importance of appreciating our senses.
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.
No man has a more perfect reliance on the alwise and powerful dispensations _x000D_ of the Supreme Being than I have, nor thinks His aid more necessary.
Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.
Religion isnβt about believing things. It's ethical alchemy. Itβs about behaving in a way that changes you, that gives you intimations of holiness and sacredness.
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We do not see people as they are, but as they appear to us. And these appearances are usually misleading.
Everything passes, and what remains of former times, what remains of life, is the spiritual. In everything we do, the claim of the Absolute is unchanging.
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