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
And writers say, as the most forward bud_x000D_ _x000D_ Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Even so by love the young and tender wit_x000D_ _x000D_ Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,_x000D_ _x000D_ Losing his verdure even in the prime,_x000D_ _x000D_ And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Interpretation
Love can consume young minds before they reach their full potential.
In this quote, Shakespeare reflects on the idea that love, while often seen as beautiful, can also be destructive. It suggests that the enthusiasm and innocence of youth can be stifled or turned to foolishness by the intensity of romantic feelings, leading to a loss of future potential and dreams. The imagery of a budding flower being damaged before it has a chance to bloom serves as a poignant metaphor for this experience.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a discussion on the challenges of young love in a literature class.
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 god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.
Love properly understood is God—the font of all creation and the ultimate goal of all desires; God properly understood is love.
Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.
The number 143 means 'I love you.' It takes one letter to say 'I' and four letters to say 'love' and three letters to say 'you.' One hundred and forty-three. 'I love you.' Isn't that wonderful?
I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump.
If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?
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