People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.
She is a peacock in everything but beauty.
Sorrow makes an ugly face odious.
Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?
Genius and virtue are to be more often found clothed in gray than in peacock bright.
A grown man, weeping, is a tough thing to see.
He who fears to weep, should learn to be kind to those who weep.
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.
Man is the only animal that blushes - or needs to.