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).
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So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Interpretation
What this quote means
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.
Themes
MusicDiscordBeautyChaosHarmony
In practice
Example use cases
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.
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