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, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven
Interpretation
The speaker longs for the presence and beauty of a loved one, comparing them to a heavenly messenger.
In this quote from Shakespeare, the speaker expresses a deep yearning for the beloved's presence, equating their beauty and grace to that of a celestial being. The imagery of a 'bright angel' and a 'winged messenger of heaven' evokes feelings of admiration and reverence, highlighting the transformative power of love and the profound impact that such a connection can have on one's world.
In practice
This quote can be used during a romantic wedding speech to express the beauty 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.
Once I knew the depth where no hope was and darkness lay on the face of all things. Then love came and set my soul free.
Life is brief but love is LONG .
Love, love, love β all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.
Love, it turns out, is as undemocratic as money, so it accumulates around people who have plenty of it already: the sane, the healthy, the lovable.
To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love...
Like a river flows surely to the sea/Darling so it goes/Some things are meant to be/Take my hand, take my whole life too/For I can't help falling in love with you.
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