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
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that there can be beauty and harmony found even within chaos or conflict.
In this quote, Shakespeare uses the juxtaposition of 'discord' and 'sweet thunder' to convey a profound idea that not all disagreements or dissonance are negative. It suggests that within the clash of opposing forces or ideas, there can be a form of beauty, growth, or creativity, akin to music that transforms chaos into something harmonious and meaningful.
In practice
In a discussion about artistic expression, one might say, 'As Shakespeare said, 'So musical a discord, such sweet thunder,β highlighting the beauty found in creative differences.
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 bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.
I came to the realization that I can also satisfy my creative side by giving somebody else a chance. I don't have to be in front of the camera for every project.
Type well used is invisible as type, just as the perfect talking voice is the unnoticed vehicle for the transmission of words, ideas.
I have always liked drawing, when you draw you see things more intensely.
A painting to me is primarily a verb, not a noun, an event first and only secondarily an image.
On Creating β What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with our gestures.
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