Many storytellers with possibly more potential than Shakespeare, even though I have not read much of him, could not hit much fame because they treated their stories like their wives. Rather than limiting the emotion only to flirting with their stories, they married them, thus limiting their chances of experimenting.
My wife is a lovely leathery green, the blue-tongued lizard said;
Her eyes are as red as bulldog ants, lurking in holes in her head;
Her body is made of the speckled grass, a violet grows on her tongue,
And I could watch her for fifty years if nobody blundered along.
Love is stronger than anger. Love is stronger than hate – stronger than anything.
Beauty might prevail in the very short term, but in the medium and longer terms, cultural norms – primarily those values and norms influenced by family – were more important.
A place in the sun, that’s what I am aiming for… and who could ever ask for more?’ -Columbine to Pierrot
Being lucky in love might be less a matter of luck and more a matter of paying attention.
May God teach us to enjoy serving others as a sign of our love for Him. – Pat Stockett Johnston –
Addiction does not cause partner abuse, and recovery from addiction does not “cure
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man never practices. He always has hope. He never reaches the freezing-point of knowing absolute failure. Only the man of goodwill carries always in his heart this capacity for damnation.
On first hearing that little voice – as fine and friable, I felt, as cotton thread, the impact on my soul was that of the highest magnitude of earthquake, those that occur every hundred years, say, or every thousand. The old shell I called myself cracked and was swallowed by a sudden crevasse, and just as suddenly was lost in the commotion.