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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Interpretation
This quote explores the complex nature of love, revealing how one can love someone despite their flaws.
In this quote, Shakespeare examines the paradox of love, wherein deep affection can coexist with acknowledgment of a person's faults. The speaker expresses feelings for someone who is clearly flawed, embodying both cowardice and folly, yet these negative traits seem to be an integral part of their character. The quote serves as a reflection on the nature of relationships, where understanding and acceptance of imperfections might outweigh the consideration of those very flaws.
In practice
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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.
I have too much respect for people to try to control them. But they are estranged from love, afraid to reach out and touch one another. We're afraid to appear sentimental or speak in platitudes because people will say, 'What a jerk!' It takes courage in our culture to be a lover.
Devils can be driven out of the heart by the touch of a hand on a hand, or a mouth on a mouth.
The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say, "What are you going through?
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.
Mr. Rochester, if ever I did a good deed in my life — if ever I thought a good thought—if ever I prayed a sincere and blameless prayer — if ever I wished a righteous wish — I am rewarded now. To be your wife is, for me, to be as happy as I can be on earth.
Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.
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