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
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Interpretation
Parting from someone you love brings both sadness and joy, as it signifies the anticipation of meeting again.
This quote expresses the bittersweet nature of farewell, particularly in romantic or affectionate contexts. The speaker recognizes that though saying goodbye is painful, it is also laced with hope and joy for the future reunion, making the parting feel 'sweet' despite the inherent sorrow. The phrase captures the complex emotions involved in love, where goodbyes are never truly final but rather a temporary pause until the next meeting.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a farewell party to express mixed emotions.
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).
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