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
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the struggle between reality and imagination, suggesting that our thoughts can hinder our perception of reality.
In this quote, Shakespeare contemplates the power of thought and imagination, symbolizing how one's inner turmoil can disrupt the clarity of existence. The phrase 'whose murder yet is but fantastical' implies the conflict between the desires to act and the paralyzing grip of overthinking, highlighting how the mind can complicate one's understanding of life's true nature.
In practice
In a philosophical discussion about the nature of reality and perception.
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.
It is foolish in the extreme not only to resort to force before necessity compels, but especially to madly create the conditions that will lead to this necessity.
No journey is too great,_x000D_ when one finds what one seeks.
If everybody likes you, you're pretty dull.
Our ancient forebears who learned to synchronize the movements of dance were those with the capacity to predict what others around them were going to do and signal to others what they wanted to do next. These forms of communication may well have helped lead to the formation of larger human communities.
It is cold anarchy to say that all men are to meddle in all men'smarriages. It is cold anarchy to say that any doctor may seize andsegregate anyone he likes. But it is not anarchy to say that a fewgreat hygienists might enclose or limit the life of all citizens,as nurses do with a family of children. It is not anarchy, it istyranny; but tyranny is a workable thing.
How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?
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