Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
John SteinbeckRead
I think there must have been some other girl printed somewhere in his heart, for he was a man of love and his wife was not a woman to show her feelings.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that a man who can love deeply may harbor feelings for someone else due to a lack of emotional expression from his partner.
In this quote, John Steinbeck reflects on the complexities of love and emotional expression in relationships. It highlights how one partner's inability to openly show affection may lead the other to seek or believe in the existence of unexpressed love elsewhere, suggesting that genuine feelings can be misinterpreted or neglected if not reciprocated or communicated effectively.
In practice
In a discussion about the importance of expressing feelings in relationships.
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
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