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
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
Interpretation
The quote suggests a deep, pure, and religious love, analogous to the sisterhood of nuns and the cold beauty of winter.
Shakespeare employs beautiful imagery to illustrate a kind of love that is profoundly innocent and pure, akin to the frigid yet captivating beauty of winter. The comparison to a nun's devotion underscores the sanctity of this love, emphasizing that even the coldness of chastity can contain a profound sense of affection and reverence.
In practice
In a wedding speech to emphasize the purity of their love.
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.
There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.
The frankest and freest product of the human mind and heart is a love letter; the writer gets his limitless freedom of statement and expression from his sense that no stranger is going to see what he is writing.
God is well pleased when all our actions proceed from love, love to Himself, and love to immortal souls.
When it aims to express a love of the world it refuses to conceal the many reasons why the world is hard to love, though we must love it because we have no other, and to fail to love it is not to exist at all.
We cannot love something solely because it has been ignored. It must also be worthy of our attention.
The worst prison would be a closed heart.
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