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...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep affection and intimacy towards a loved one.
In this quote, Shakespeare conveys a profound sense of love and tenderness through the act of kissing the inner hand of a beloved. This gesture symbolizes intimacy and affection, suggesting that true love involves a deeper connection that transcends mere physical attraction.
In practice
During a romantic dinner, this quote can be used to express feelings of 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.
There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed. I missed the shape of her shadow where it fell across the page of my book. I missed the smell of her hair and the sound of her breath and my Rilke on her nightstand and her wet towel thrown over the back of her desk chair. It felt like I should be sated after having a whole day with her, but it just made me miss her more.
How amazing is it that when a young gay or lesbian person has their first crush, no matter where they live in the country, they can imagine that all the way to marriage? When I first experienced a crush, in Texas, there was maybe a second of butterflies that were then dammed in by the fear of what that meant.
THIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, or a fire we canβt see, but how does saying that push us through the top of the head into the light above the head? Love is not an iron pot, so this boiling energy wonβt help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before Iβm free of this torture!
How can anyone be against love?
He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.
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