I love you is the inscription on Pandora's box.
Marriage brings up all the things I pushed to the back burner - the fears, the mistrust, the doubts, the insecurities. It's like opening Pandora's box.
Hope...which is whispered from PAndora's box only after all the other plauges and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is onl time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.
If you open that Pandora's Box you never know what Trojan 'orses will jump out.
Using the Internet as as vehicle to work with people is fascinating. It's sort of a Pandora's box of energy for me.
On that night after Phoebe had given her Pandora report, I thought about the Hope in Pandora's box. Maybe when everything seemed sad and miserable, Phoebe and I could both hope that something might start to go right.
Changing the legal standard creates a slippery slope...plural marriage. The court opened up a pandora's box by doing that.
From Pandora's Box, where all the ills of humanity swarmed, the Greeks drew out hope after all the others, as the most dreadful of all. I know no more stirring symbol; for, contrary to the general belief, hope equals resignation. And to live is not to resign oneself.
All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.