But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord ByronRead
Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
Interpretation
This quote humorously suggests that when husbands are away, wives become more cunning, and daughters may act unpredictably.
Lord Byron's quote highlights the playful nature of relationships and the idea that absence can provoke unexpected behaviors in those left behind. It suggests that husbands' absence may lead to wives exhibiting cleverness or independence, while daughters may choose to act in ways that defy traditional expectations, alluding to infidelity in a humorous manner.
In practice
Using this quote in a speech about relationship dynamics during a marriage counseling session.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Absence - that common cure of love.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
People in general would rather die than forgive. It's THAT hard. If God said in plain language. "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.
She had borne so long the cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.
Well, wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether I liked her better than you?" "Girls don't often ask questions like that," said Hermione. "Well, they should!" said Harry forcefully.
Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.
I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love.
You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn't go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.
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