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
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the fleeting nature of youth and beauty.
In this quote, Shakespeare poetically expresses the transient beauty of youth, comparing it to a violet that blooms but is not permanent. The imagery suggests that while youth brings sweetness and a delightful fragrance, it is ultimately a brief moment, reminding us to cherish these ephemeral experiences.
In practice
In a graduation speech reflecting on the rise and fall of youth.
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.
The church is like manure. Pile it up, and it stinks up the neighborhood. Spread it out, and it enriches the world.
Nothing is easier than to admit in words the truth of the universal struggle for life, or more difficult - at least I have found it so - than constantly to bear this conclusion in mind...We behold the face of nature bright with gladness...We do not see, or we forget, that the birds which are idly singing round us mostly live on insects and seeds, and are thus constantly destroying life.
That's what tyrants do, I guess. They make you covet their attention; they make you confuse attention for mercy.
The man who meets with a failure attributes this failure rather to the ill will of another than to fate.
Anxiety is the beginning of conscience, which is the parent of the soul but is not compatible with innocence.
If church prelates, past or present, had even an inkling of physiology they'd realize that what they term this inner ugliness creates and nourishes the hearing ear, the seeing eye, the active mind, and energetic body of man and woman, in the same way that dirt and dung at the roots give the plant its delicate leaves and the full-blown rose.
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