There never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and flora of a town.
Even among the married, sexual satisfaction must not be sought in a way which disregards man's character as a person and degrades him to the animal level.
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
I've been married twice. Most women would rather not be married to a traveling blues singer.
The husband - by primitive instinct partly, certainly by ancient tradition - regards himself as the active partner in matters of love and his own pleasure as legitimately the prime motive for activity.
He that loves not his wife and children feeds a lioness at home, and broods a nest of sorrows.
The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.
Atticus Finch is, you know, he was just his whole - the business of his modesty and his ability to see tomorrow and to try to buttress his knowledge of what was coming for his kids was something that I'll never - as a father I'm not able to do.
The Bluebird of Happiness long absent from his life, Ned is visited by the Chicken of Depression.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.