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
Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
Interpretation
The quote conveys the idea that overwhelming feelings can blind us to everything else.
In this quote, Shakespeare uses the metaphor of letters and sunlight to express that intense love can be so consuming that it obscures one's ability to perceive anything beyond that love. It suggests a profound connection where all-encompassing emotions render other thoughts and realities insignificant.
In practice
In a romantic speech, one might say this quote to express how love can overshadow all other concerns.
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.
I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions that you can possibly delve into.
You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are right and we are doomed to repeat our squalid lives ad infinitum, at least I will always return to that kiss
Is there any practice less selfish, any time less wasted than preparing something nourishing and delicious for the people you love?
Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.
Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them.
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