I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives.
I didn't grow up beautiful.
I didn't like mundane life.
You didn't grow up in the shadow of John Steinbeck. He put you on his shoulders and gave you all the light you wanted.
I didn't consider myself to be pretty, not at all.
I was lucky not to have been born pretty.
If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine.
Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
There's nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.
I guess I kind of lived in a fairytale world... looking at everything through rose-colored glasses. I probably always will, to a certain extent.