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
Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Interpretation
The quote questions why someone would criticize or reject someone who loves them deeply.
In this quote from Shakespeare, the speaker reflects on the irony and pain of rejecting someone who shows genuine love. It suggests that instead of rebuking or pushing away a lover, one should consider the depth of their feelings and the bitterness that can arise from such rejection, hinting at the complexity of love and relationships.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the complexities of love at a relationship seminar.
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.
To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you're wrong, admit it; Whenever you're right, shut up.
He's a very nice man and all that, easy to get along with, fun, he never makes me cry. But is that love? I mean, is that all there is to it? Even when you learned to ride your two-wheeler, you had to fall off a few times and scrape both knees. Call it a rite of passage. And that was just a little thing.
If you have this extraordinary thing going in your life, then it is everything; then you become the teacher, the disciple, the neighbour, the beauty of the cloud - you are all that, and that is love.
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.
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