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
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;_x000D_ _x000D_ She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,_x000D_ _x000D_ Were man as rare as Phoenix.
Interpretation
The speaker reflects on being judged and misunderstood in matters of love.
In this quote from Shakespeare, the speaker laments how their beloved perceives them as unworthy of love due to perceived flaws and pride. The mention of the 'Phoenix' suggests a sense of rarity and uniqueness, implying that true love and appreciation for individuality are hard to find, similar to the mythical bird that is reborn from its ashes.
In practice
In a romantic setting when discussing the complexities of love and self-image.
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.
Love is the fire that warms our lives with unparalleled joy and divine hope. Love should be our walk and our talk.
Horror jolts me when I look at one of you and see a pair of beautiful eyes that make me think your mind might contain a world that could hold me as the bolts shake loose and fly from my frame.
Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.
Matthew,' she said, 'have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?' For a moment he did not answer. Taking up the decanter he held it to the light. 'Robin can go anywhere, do anything,' Nora continued, 'because she forgets, and I nowhere because I remember.' She came toward him. 'Matthew,' she said, 'you think I have always been like this. Once I was remorseless, but this is another love β it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop β it rots me away.
Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.
It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.
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