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
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.
Interpretation
Every small part of the universe has beauty and purpose, just like an angel's song.
This quote by Shakespeare reflects the idea that all elements of the universe, no matter how small, possess their own unique beauty and contribute to a larger harmony. The comparison to an angel singing suggests that there is a divine quality to these motions, encouraging us to appreciate the intricate connections that exist within nature and the world around us.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of conservation, one could reference this quote to highlight the beauty of even the smallest organisms.
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 was always the first person in the theater all the time. If it was an eight-o'clock curtain, I was here at five-thirty, and it wasn't that I needed to vocalize, because I was all warmed up. I couldn't wait for it to begin.
I started, actually, to make my first animated cartoon in 1920. Of course, they were very crude things then and I used sort of little puppet things.
The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the utmost limits of what can be said; what stirs literature is the call and attraction of what is not in the dictionary.
To the poet fated to be a poet, self-expression is as natural and as involuntary as breathing is to us ordinary mortals.
As a young person, and I know itβs hard to believe that I was shy, but you could take your camera, and it would take you to places: it was like having a friend, like having someone to go out with and look at the world. I would do things with a camera I wouldnβt do normally if I was just by myself.
What do I ask of a painting? I ask it to astonish, disturb, seduce, convince.
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