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[pik-tawr-ee-uhl, -tohr-ee-uhl] –adjective 4. having or suggesting the visual appeal or imagery of a picture: a pictorial metaphor.
The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.
Alice Meynell [British poet and essayist, 1847–1922] “The True Colour of Life,” Essays (1914)
Alice Meynell [British poet and essayist, 1847–1922] “The True Colour of Life,” Essays (1914)
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"We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger."
T. S. Eliot's The Cocktail Party
T. S. Eliot's The Cocktail Party
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
— Emily Dickinson
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
— Emily Dickinson
I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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