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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Interpretation
This quote explores the complex nature of love, revealing how one can love someone despite their flaws.
In this quote, Shakespeare examines the paradox of love, wherein deep affection can coexist with acknowledgment of a person's faults. The speaker expresses feelings for someone who is clearly flawed, embodying both cowardice and folly, yet these negative traits seem to be an integral part of their character. The quote serves as a reflection on the nature of relationships, where understanding and acceptance of imperfections might outweigh the consideration of those very flaws.
In practice
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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.
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes
In the end all collaborations are love stories.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
If I stopped loving Him, I would cease to believe in His love. If I loved God, then I would believe in His love for me. It's not enough to need it. We have to love first, and I don't know how. But I need it, how I need it.
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