For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.
For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.
I at least have so much to do in unraveling certain human lots, and seeing how they were woven and interwoven, that all the light I can command must be concentrated on this particular web....
. . . but she took her husband's jokes and joviality as patiently as everything else, considering that men would be so, and viewing the stronger sex in the light of animals whom it had pleased Heaven to make naturally troublesome, like bulls and turkey-cocks.
It was a still afternoon--the golden light was lingering languidly among the upper boughs, only glancing down here and there on the purple pathway and its edge of faintly sprinkled moss an afternoon in which destiny disguises her cold awful face behind a hazy radiant veil, encloses us in warm downy wings, and poisons us with violet-scented breath.
The presence of a noble nature, generous in its wishes, ardent in its charity, changes the lights for us we begin to see things again in their larger, quieter masses, and to believe that we too can be seen and judged in the wholeness of our character.
We must not inquire too curiously into motives... They are apt to become feeble in the utterance the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.
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