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
Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.
Interpretation
Heaven represents a state of eternal life and fulfillment beyond the physical realm.
In this quote, Shakespeare refers to 'Heaven' as a metaphorical place where everlasting life and true value reside. It suggests that true wealth is not material but rather spiritual, encompassing love, fulfillment, and peace that transcend the struggles of earthly existence.
In practice
During a speech about the meaning of life, one could invoke this quote to emphasize the importance of spiritual wealth over material success.
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.
As soon as one identifies, challenges and overcomes illegitimate power, he or she is an anarchist. Most people are anarchists. What they call themselves doesnβt matter to me. The world is full of suffering, distress, violence and catastrophes. Students must decide: does something concern you or not? I say: look around, analyze the problems, ask yourself what you can do and set out on the work!
You've always lived a life of pretense, not a real life-- a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.
I don't know Bengali perfectly. I don't know how to write it or even read it. I have an accent, I speak without authority, and so I've always perceived a disjunction between it and me. As a result, I consider my mother tongue, paradoxically, a foreign language.
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No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.
Occasionally the conflict between 'what we stand for' and 'what we do' has been forthrightly addressed.
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