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
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Interpretation
Jealousy is a destructive emotion that can lead to one's own suffering.
In this quote from Shakespeare, jealousy is personified as a 'green-eyed monster' that not only maliciously mocks those who harbor it but also feeds off the insecurities of its victim. The quote serves as a cautionary warning about the dangers of jealousy, suggesting that it can devour a person's peace of mind and happiness, turning them into a mere shadow of themselves as they are consumed by envy.
In practice
During a relationship seminar, one might quote this to discuss the negative impacts of jealousy on relationships.
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).
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Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
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The atomic bomb made the prospect of future war unendurable. It has led us up those last few steps to the mountain pass; and beyond there is a different country.
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The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.
Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.
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