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
Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.
Interpretation
The quote describes a weary figure retreating from the world to seek solitude and love.
In this quote, Shakespeare illustrates a moment of escape from the chaos of the world into a realm of love and introspection. The imagery of a chariot drawn by doves symbolizes a swift journey towards an intimate destination, emphasizing the desire to find peace and connection away from society's distractions.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a romantic dinner to express the need for intimacy.
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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Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.
For the most part, I feel really comfortable with what I've given to the people. I want to give it to them again.
I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
If someone wants to say 'I love you' in a straight play, they say it, and then it's the other person's turn to talk. But in a song, you can sing about it for another three minutes. The musical form has that unique opportunity to express at length what joy really feels like.
I've seen too much hate to want to hate, myself.
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