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
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the idea that some things are too trivial or lack worth.
In this quote, Shakespeare implies that certain actions or objects are devoid of significance and fail to hold any dignity or value. It suggests a critical view on how we can become attached to things that should, in fact, be seen as inconsequential or lacking in true worth.
In practice
In a debate about what to value in life, one might use this quote to emphasize the importance of not focusing on trivial matters.
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 business of America is not business. Neither is it war. The business of america is justice and securing the blessings of liberty.
The soul in its nature loves God and longs to be at one with Him in the noble love of a daughter for a noble father; but coming to human birth and lured by the courtships of this sphere, she takes up with another love, a mortal, leaves her father and falls.
Capitalism is an art form, an Apollonian fabrication to rival nature. It is hypocritical for feminists and intellectuals to enjoy the pleasures and conveniences of capitalism while sneering at it. Everyone born into capitalism has incurred a debt to it. Give Caesar his due.
Think of giving not only as a duty but as a privilege.
She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.
when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.
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