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
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep affection and preference for a specific person over all others.
In this quote, Shakespeare conveys a profound sense of devotion and attachment, suggesting that the speaker finds unparalleled value in the companionship of their beloved. It implies that among all possible friends or partners in the world, none can compare to the one they cherish, highlighting the unique bond and emotional connection shared between them.
In practice
During a wedding ceremony to express love for the partner.
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.
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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.
If Marilyn is in love with my husband it proves she has good taste, for I am in love with him too.
The demand for equal rights in every vocation of life is just and fair; but, after all, the most vital right is the right to love and be loved.
Does he write to you? Never a line. Does he send you a message? Never a word. It is because he loves you, poor fool, and is trying to forget you, since you are not free to listen to him or to belong to him.
There's nothing wrong with being gay, so to deny it is to make a judgment.
Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.
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