Just pick a political story at random and read the comments. There is no logic or reason on either side - only hypocrisy and hate.
Like an animal, cancer sleeps, prowls, hibernates, turns surly or placid.
Motherhood is like Albania- you can't trust the descriptions in the books, you have to go there.
This is a truism of child-raising, of course - whatever you give special time and attention to cooking, your children will despise and reject, with annoying gagging sounds.
The first axiom of the family vacation is that someone, possibly everyone, will get sick.
Every time I caught a fish, I wondered how something so small could have such clear, pure strength. It kept reminding me of another sensation, from another realm. The fish on the line, I eventually realized, felt like the baby, kicking inside you. Or the shocking, life-hungry pull of the baby on the breast. Perhaps fishing is like quickening for men, a long and patient wait for a few electric moments when they feel connected to another life.
Housework hassles go on, are never resolved, and will probably extend into the afterlife ('Why am I the one who takes the clouds to the dry cleaners?').
. . . Lovers are Like walking ghosts, they always haunt the spot Of their misdeeds.
I spent my whole career playing it safe, being a gentleman, never doing anything controversial.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
There is more evil in the least sin than in the greatest affliction.