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
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
Interpretation
The speaker acknowledges the severity of their wrongdoing and the weight of guilt they feel.
This quote expresses a deep sense of remorse and recognition of the gravity of one's actions. By stating that the offense 'smells to heaven,' the speaker signifies that their guilt is so profound that it reaches the divine, suggesting a profound internal conflict and the need for redemption or forgiveness.
In practice
In a discussion about guilt and forgiveness during a counseling session.
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.
A crowd, whether it be a dangerous mob, or an amiably joyous gathering at a picnic is not a community. It has a mind, but no institutions, no organizations, no coherent unity, no history, no traditions.
I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? Itβs not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity. Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and by secrecy. The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.
This might explain why Obama gave billions to Wall Street crooks, and dragged the Iraq and Afghan wars on and on._x000D_ _x000D_ Happily for the busy lunatics who rule over us, we are permanently the United States of Amnesia. We learn nothing because we remember nothing... We have ceased to be a nation under law but instead a homeland where the withered Bill of Rights, like a dead trumpet vine, clings to our pseudo-Roman columns.
There is no fundamental difference in the ways of thinking of primitive and civilized man. A close connection between race and personality has never been established.
I have frequently seen people become neurotic when they content themselves with inadequate or wrong answers to the questions of life.
There is nothing more important to a democracy than an active and engaged press.
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