Rose-coloured glasses

From: Michael Reukauf

My friends say I wear rose-coloured glasses.
Who is to say who's right?
The world seen through my eyes
I prefer the pretty sight

"This woman was a saint. Kindness, gnelteness, candor dwelt in her eyes. She had lost her husband and children but exhibited no bittterness, envied no one, nursed no grievances, uttered no slander. She washed Jacob's linen, cooked for him, waited on him like a maid, and would not allow him even to thank her. Her answer to his praise was, 'for what other reason were we created?' "

-- Isaac Bashevis Singer, "The Slave"

Ah, enviable creature.