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
What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen,_x000D_ _x000D_ What old December's bareness everywhere!
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the harsh experiences and bleakness of winter.
In this quote, Shakespeare uses vivid imagery to convey the feelings of coldness and darkness associated with winter. The mention of 'freezings' and 'dark days' evokes a sense of suffering and despair, while 'old December's bareness' highlights the starkness and emptiness of the season, metaphorically relating it to life's hardships and challenges.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, one might say, 'As Shakespeare noted, what freezings I have felt, reminds us that we can endure despite the harshest times.'
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 prosaic description can portray the grandeur of 40 miles of rugged mountains rising beyond a placid lake in which each shadowy precipice and each purple gorge is reflected with a vividness that rivals the original.
I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky.
To watch this crystal globe just sent from heaven to associate with me. While these clouds and this somber drizzling weather shut all in, we two draw nearer and know one another.
I go to books and to nature as a bee goes to the flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.
Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.
What I love most about nature is how indifferent it is to us humans and human suffering. While we are here with our little or big tragedies - the wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling in the trees, the flowers bloom, and die - there's a great comfort in that indifference.
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