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).
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.
Go home and say to yourself, βI am a wayward, foolish child. But He loves me! I have disobeyed and grieved Him ten thousand times. But He loves me! I have lost faith in some of my dearest friends and am very desolate. But He loves me! I do not love Him, I am even angry with Him! But He loves me!
Happiness is in your ability to love others.
I wish people would love everybody else the way they love me. It would be a better world.
You can do this" I murmured. "You are my brother. I love you. All the embarrassing bits, all the annoying bits, which I imagine is most of you--a thousand Zias might run away from you if they knew the truth. But I won't. I'll still be here.
I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?
People have often asked me whether what I know about love has spoiled it for me. And I just simply say, 'Hardly.' You can know every single ingredient in a piece of chocolate cake, and then when you sit down and eat that cake, you can still feel that joy.
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