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 is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is complex and multifaceted, filled with both joy and pain.
In this quote from Shakespeare, love is depicted as an intricate blend of emotions and experiences. It is likened to smoke, suggesting its elusive and intangible nature, yet also to fire, symbolizing passion and intensity. The imagery of tears signifies the sorrow often associated with love, while the notion of love as 'madness' points to its consuming and often irrational characteristics. Ultimately, this quote encapsulates the duality of love as both pleasurable and painful, bringing forth a deep, multifaceted experience that defines human connection.
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In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding speech to illustrate the complexities of love.
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