Quotes About Meaning

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

I have drunk and seen the spider.

Mañana, y mañana, y mañana se arrastra con paso mezquino día tras día hasta la sílaba final del tiempo escrito, y la luz de todo nuestro ayer guió a los bobos hacia el polvo de la muerte. ¡Apágate, apágate breve llama! La vida es una sombra que camina, un pobre actor que en escena se arrebata y contonea y nunca más se le oye. Es un cuento que cuenta un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que no significa nada.

What is in that word honor? What is that honor? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.

But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all?

Oh, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence. Love takes the meaning in love's conference. I mean that my heart unto yours is knit So that but one heart we can make of it.

I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, It helps not, it prevails not.

William Shakespeare

To die is to be a counterfeit, for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liveth is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed.

Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

Mieux vaut mourir incompris que passer sa vie à s'expliquer.

O! be some other name: What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.

Hear the meaning within the word.

That which we call a rose      By any other name would smell as sweet;

There's meaning in thy snores.

the worth of that is that which it contains, and that is this, and this with thee remains.

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'tis enough.

Men may construe things, after their fashion / Clean them from the purpose of the things themselves -Cicero

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.