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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If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote implies that some individuals may endure longer in their suffering than the rest of humanity's collective experiences.
In this quote, Shakespeare reflects on the nature of individual suffering and the relentless passage of time. It suggests that even if a person survives for an exceptionally long period, their personal trials may ultimately outlast the collective existence of the world, emphasizing the depth of their pain and the endurance of the human experience in the face of inevitable doom.
Themes
SufferingEnduranceTimePainExistence
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a discussion about the nature of suffering in literature.
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