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
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Interpretation
Thinking of a dear friend can alleviate pain and restore happiness.
This quote emphasizes the profound impact that friendship has on our emotional well-being. It suggests that when we reflect on the presence of a close friend, feelings of loss and sorrow are overshadowed by the comfort and joy that friendship brings. The notion is that strong bonds can help us recover from hardships and find solace, ultimately showing the healing power of companionship.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of maintaining friendships.
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.
That is the happiest conversation where there is no competition, no vanity, but a calm, quiet interchange of sentiments...
Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.
Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.
Christopher Hitchens was a wit, a charmer, and a troublemaker, and to those who knew him well, he was a gift from - dare I say it - God.
Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial, but generally speaking it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber; it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! β and unfortunately' (speaking low and tremulously) 'there are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.
As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.
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