Shame is pride’s cloak. ~ William Blake
There are many cloaks in this world. Not all are pretty or harmless. Some are dangerous. Some are filled with holes. Some don’t bother to do what they’re supposed to do. Some are flimsy failures. It’s not always easy to tell a good cloak from a bad one. That takes years of experience, lots of trial and error. One must inhabit a cloak to know how well it may or may not work. It has to be felt, it has to be filled, it has to ride against the wind and lift you up. Or let you down.
Pride perceiving humility honorable, often borrows her cloak. ~ Thomas Fuller
The good thing about a good cloak is that it can be picked up or put down as needed. It can act as protection and prettiness, for cold nights or scared hearts. Beauty is its own armor. Embroidery is security. A good cloak works on many levels, some of which cannot be seen, only felt. And sometimes, if it’s working well, you can’t even feel it.
There’s no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There’s only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof. ~Alan Moore
In the end, though, it’s not the cloak that matters. It’s not the exquisite fabric or enchanting design, it’s not even the warmth or the purpose that a cloak serves. It’s what the cloak hides that counts.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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