Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen and ...hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the sign of blind Cupid.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It seems to me that upbringings have themes. The parents set the theme, either explicitly or implicitly, and the children pick it ...up, sometimes accurately and sometimes not so accurately.... The theme may be "Our family has a distinguished heritage that you must live up to" or "No matter what happens, we are fortunate to be together in this lovely corner of the earth" or "We have worked hard so that you can have the opportunities we didn't have."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
These demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement, and rack'd by the war-strife,)... These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart, While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city, Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets, Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time refusing to give me up,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Strictly speaking, one cannot legislate love, but what one can do is legislate fairness and justice. If legislation does not prohi...bit our living side by side, sooner or later your child will fall on the pavement and I'll be the one to pick her up. Or one of my children will not be able to get into the house and you'll have to say, "Stop here until your mom comes here." Legislation affords us the chance to see if we might love each other.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You hold me up to the light in a way I should never have expected, or suspected, perhaps... Because you always tell me I am you, And right. The great spruces loom. I am yours to die with, to desire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To worry about spoiling an infant by comforting him when he cries is needless.... If you put the baby down and the baby cries, pic...k him up. His crying isn't a habit you should try to break. Your baby can't be taught not to cry.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure predict...ion fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Maiden caught me in the Wild, Where I was dancing merrily;... She put me into her Cabinet And Lock'd me up with a golden Key.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »