Irresolution on the schemes of life which offer themselves to our choice, and inconstancy in pursuing them, are the greatest causes of all our unhappiness.—Addison.
Irresolute people let their soup grow cold between the plate and the mouth.—Cervantes.
Irritability.—Irritability urges us to take a step as much too soon as sloth does too late.—Cecil.
An irritable man lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, tormenting himself with his own prickles.—Hood.
Ivy.—The stateliest building man can raise is the ivy's food at last.—Dickens.
The ivy, like the spider, takes hold with her hands in king's palaces, as every twig is furnished with innumerable little fingers, by which it draws itself close, as it were, to the very heart of the old rough stone. Its clinging and beautiful tenacity has given rise to an abundance of conceits about fidelity, friendship, and woman's love, which have become commonplace simply from their appropriateness. It might also symbolize the higher love, unconquerable and unconquered, which has embraced this ruined world from age to age, silently spreading its green over the rents and fissures of our fallen nature.—Mrs. Stowe.
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Jealousy.—What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes.—Gay.
Jealousy sees things always with magnifying glasses which make little things large, of dwarfs giants, suspicions truths.—Cervantes.
'Tis a monster begot upon itself, born on itself.—Shakespeare.