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 then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Interpretation
This quote expresses the paradoxes and contradictions inherent in love.
In this quote, Shakespeare highlights the complex and often contradictory nature of love through a series of paradoxes. The imagery of 'brawling love' and 'loving hate' illustrates how love can evoke intense emotions that seem at odds with each other, reflecting the turmoil one can feel when in love. The speaker confesses to experiencing these conflicting feelings, conveying a sense of confusion and dissatisfaction in their pursuit of love, which adds depth to the exploration of romantic emotions.
In practice
In a romantic movie scene discussing the complexities of relationships.
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.
Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?
Always tell her she is beautiful, especially if she is not.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
Look at Love with the eyes of your Heart.
There, he had seen every thing to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost, and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.
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