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
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate
Interpretation
The quote suggests that some forms of love are merely physical desire rather than true affection.
In this quote, Shakespeare explores the idea that certain expressions of love may not stem from genuine emotional connection but rather from physical attraction or desire. It contrasts the depth of true love with superficial urges that lack emotional substance, emphasizing the distinction between genuine feelings and mere physical appetites.
In practice
In a discussion about the difference between physical attraction and true love.
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.
True love blooms when we care more about another person than we care about ourselves. That is Christ's great atoning example for us, and it ought to be more evident in the kindness we show, the respect we give, and the selflessness and courtesy we employ in our personal relationships.
Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.
Jill told me that when you're really in love, you know right away. I'm not exactly sure how this happens. Is it like a flash of lightning? Like an angel tapping you on the shoulder? Or is it similar to choosing a puppy? You think you're picking the cutest one, but really you wind up going home with the one who keeps insisting on climbing into your lap.
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
To fear is to expect punishment. To love is to know we are immersed not in darkness, but in light.
Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.
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