Our domestic service is usually a foolish fracas of unreasonable demand on the one side and striking on the other. Emerson.
Our doubts are traitors, / And make us lose the 40 good we oft might win / By fearing to attempt. Meas. for Meas., i. 5.
Our dreams drench us in sense, and sense steeps us again in dreams. A. B. Alcott.
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, / And grow for ever and for ever. Tennyson.
Our energies are actually cramped by over-anxiety for success, and by straining our mental faculties beyond due bounds. Montaigne.
Our esteem of great powers, or amiable qualities newly discovered, may embroider a day or a week, but a friendship of twenty years is interwoven with the texture of life. Johnson.
Our expense is almost all for conformity. Emerson. 45
Our experiences of life sway and bow us either with joy or sorrow. They plant everything about us with heart-seeds. Thus a house becomes sacred. Every room has a thousand memories. Ward Beecher.
Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow—/ Hues of their own, fresh borrowed from the heart. Keble.
Our fear commonly meets us at the door by which we think to run from it. Pr.