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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Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that the true nature of evil is often less evident in women than in their deviating character traits.
William Shakespeare's quote reflects on the concept of deformity, implying that physical or emotional flaws in women can be less offensive compared to their moral and ethical failings. In this context, the 'fiend' symbolizes a deeper evil, which can manifest in character flaws, suggesting that one's true nature is revealed through actions rather than appearances.
In practice
In a discussion on literature, this quote can be used to illustrate how Shakespeare delves into the complexities of character versus appearance.
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.
I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theater is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?
Imagine a multidimensiona l spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the other dew drops. And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection. And so ad infinitum. That is the Buddhist conception of the universe in an image.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
Cultivators of the earth are the most virtuous and independent citizens.
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.
Have patience awhile; slanders are not long-lived. Truth is the child of time; erelong she shall appear to vindicate thee.
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