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
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the nature of reality and fiction, suggesting that life can be more unbelievable than any story.
William Shakespeare's quote highlights the blurred lines between reality and fiction, implying that events in life can often appear so extraordinary that they seem unthinkable even if presented as a story on stage. It emphasizes the unpredictability of human experience and the notion that our lives may be more dramatic than any scripted play.
In practice
Using this quote to discuss the unpredictable nature of life during a philosophical debate.
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 am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
If somebody votes for a party that you don't agree with, you're free to argue about it as much as you like. ... But on the other hand, if somebody says, 'I mustn't move a light switch on a Saturday,' you say, 'Fine, I respect that.'
Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground.
That this individual life of all of us is not something limited in its temporal expression to the life that now we experience, follows from the very fact that here nothing final or individual is found expressed.
It's a very naive idea to think that the chef is cooking everything, and, on top of it, is irreplaceable. That would mean that basically he is the only genius, and there are idiots all around him, which doesn't make sense.
Some racists still reject the plain testimony written in the DNA that all the races are not only human but nearly indistinguishable. . . .
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