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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As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love cannot be extinguished by mere words, just as snow cannot kindle a fire.
This quote by William Shakespeare suggests that love is a powerful and passionate force that cannot be easily affected by spoken words. Just as you cannot start a fire with snow, you cannot hope to diminish the intensity of love simply by talking about it or expressing it verbally; love requires deeper actions and emotions.
Themes
LoveWordsPassionEmotionFire
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding ceremony, when capturing the essence of true love.
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