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
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the inevitable passage of time and its effects on individuals, regardless of their remaining youth.
In this quote, Shakespeare comments on the blending of youth and age within a person, suggesting that while one may still possess youthful qualities, the wisdom and experience gained over time also leave their mark. The imagery of 'saltiness' can evoke both the challenges faced and the richness of experience that comes with age, indicating that the effects of time are universal and shape our identities.
In practice
During a farewell speech, one might use this quote to emphasize the lessons learned over time.
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.
Loyalty is the holiest good in the human heart.
I got tired of doing battle with people thinking I was a little weird because I wasn't in a band making happy, stilted music. The only people who really seem weird to me are people who think they're normal. People who think it's possible to be normal just by doing the same things that most people do. Is there a most people? I don't know. Television makes it seem like there is, but I think that might just be television.
He who carries God in his heart bears Heaven with him wherever he goes.
. . . Moon-Watcher felt the first faint twinges of a new and potent emotion. It was a vague and diffuse sense of envy--of dissatisfaction with his life. He had no idea of its cause, still less of its cure; but discontent had come into his soul, and he had taken one small step toward humanity.
You treat world history as a mathematician does mathematics, in which nothing but laws and formulas exist, no reality, no good and evil, no time, no yesterday, no tomorrow, nothing but an eternal, shallow, mathematical present.
If men were born free, they would, so long as they remained free, form no conception of good and evil.
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