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
Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
Interpretation
This quote expresses a sense of parting from one's own achievements and status.
In this quote, Shakespeare conveys a poignant farewell to personal greatness and the accompanying aspirations. It reflects on the transient nature of success and how one must eventually let go of their achievements, perhaps in the face of mortality or life changes, prompting a contemplation of the impermanence of fame and fortune.
In practice
In a eulogy, one might cite this quote to honor someone's achievements and the impermanence of life.
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.
The visible is always a mirror of the invisible. The reality is imagined before it manifests itself.
In order to exist, man must rebel, but rebellion must respect the limits that it discovers in itself - limits where minds meet, and in meeting, begin to exist.
Our age is one of transition, in which the normal channels for utilizing the daimonic are denied; and such ages tend to be times when the daimonic is expressed in its most destructive form.
Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.
Grace is more than mercy and love. It super-adds to them. It denotes, not simply love, but the love of a sovereign, transcendent Superior. One that may do what He will. That may wholly choose whether He will love or no. Now God, who is an infinite Sovereign, who might have chosen whether ever He would love us or no; for Him to love us, this is Grace.
It's always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. And it's always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.
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