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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One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The speaker expresses complete devotion to their beloved, indicating that they belong to each other entirely.
This quote from Shakespeare encapsulates the essence of romantic love and deep connection between two people. It illustrates the idea of selflessness in love, where the speaker emphasizes that they are wholly devoted to their partner, suggesting a union where personal boundaries dissolve in favor of shared affection.
Themes
LoveDevotionBelongingRomanceRelationship
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a wedding ceremony to highlight the bond between partners.
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