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
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
Interpretation
The quote questions reality and consciousness, suggesting that our perceptions may be illusory.
In this quote, Shakespeare reflects on the nature of reality and awareness, pondering whether we are truly awake to the truth of our existence or simply dreaming through life. It invites deep consideration of self-awareness, the quest for knowledge, and the often blurred lines between dreams and reality, suggesting that our understanding may be limited or distorted.
In practice
During a philosophical discussion on the nature of consciousness.
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.
It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor; It's outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure.
Alms are an inheritance and a justice which is due to the poor and which Jesus has levied upon us.
As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.
In reality, the past is preserved by itself automatically.
Take what you can yourself, and don't let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
We are a society that has been structured from top to bottom by race. You don't get beyond that by deciding not to talk about it anymore. It will always come back; it will always reassert itself over and over again.
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