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Cleaning a blot with blotted fingers maketh a greater.
A blush on the face is better than a blot on the heart. Don Quixote.
With a brush and a needle poverty can be covered up.
An ass covered with gold is more respected than a good horse with a pack saddle.
Badaga. — The sluggard, like the peacock, is afraid of rain.
Fine feathers have only surface brilliance.
Bonny feathers dinna aye mak’ bonny birds.
Parrots, tortoises and redwoods Live a longer life than men do, Men a longer life than dogs do, Dogs a longer life than love does.
[Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), U.S
“Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind.” ― Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
* It is wrong to judge by appearances. Despite his expression, which was that of a piglet having a bright idea, and his mode of speech, which might put you in mind of a small, breathless, neurotic but ridiculously expensive dog, Mr Horsefry might well have been a kind, generous and pious man. In the same way, the man climbing out of your window in a stripy jumper, a mask and a great hurry might merely be lost on the way to a fancy-dress party, and the man in the wig and robes at the focus of the courtroom might only be a transvestite who wandered in out of the rain. Snap judgements can be so unfair.”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal
To learn a language is to have one more window from which to look at the world.
* It is wrong to judge by appearances. Despite his expression, which was that of a piglet having a bright idea, and his mode of speech, which might put you in mind of a small, breathless, neurotic but ridiculously expensive dog, Mr Horsefry might well have been a kind, generous and pious man. In the same way, the man climbing out of your window in a stripy jumper, a mask and a great hurry might merely be lost on the way to a fancy-dress party, and the man in the wig and robes at the focus of the courtroom might only be a transvestite who wandered in out of the rain. Snap judgements can be so unfair.”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal
She learns to listen to her own heart and maintain her strength even as she hides these away beneath the scarf. She knows that sometimes the strongest force is a hidden one. JOY LUCK CLUB.
A Poem: The Red Scarf
“I like your red scarf.” the worn lady said as she looked at the ground which served as her bed.
Our eyes never met though her words hung in my ears,
and as I walked on they became sharp and clear.
Rushing back to her corner she was still there – I gave her my scarf which she wrapped round her hair.
She looked up at me from her home on the ground, her words were soft so I knelt myself down.
“You didn’t just listen you heard what I said. It’s the warmth I was craving not the beautiful red.”
The gloves on my hands came off as well and I stood up to leave this poor woman’s hell.
As I walked away she called, “Come see me again! I’m always right here.” But she left that corner with me that day and in my mind is held dear.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 24 March 1928,
Realism looms taller than peacock tales.
Don’t be carried away by the show of a peacock.
http://oaks.nvg.org/peacock-proverbs.html
Peacocks by Kate Llewellyn
On wet days
they hang on the verandah railing
like wet curtains
the peahens
become grey cushions
that fell in a river
but on dry days
celebration
shimmer and tremble
shake that castanet
the Spanish dance begins
up goes the opera set
raised as if a cord were pulled
or a child’s stand-up picture book
opened
their strong grey legs
strut and hawk this show
around the farm
from town to town
and the singing
so gruesome
it were best left to others
however
like Cinderella’s sister
no-one dares mention
such ugliness to them
while the little plain butcher bird
sings so ravishingly
sitting almost unnoticed on a post
Ukali wa jicho washinda wembe
An eye is sharper than a razor
A look can be extremely effective in sending a desired message across. It can be a friendly and inviting look or a threatening one.
http://www.glcom.com/hassan/kanga.html
As Long As Your Eyes Are Blue
by Banjo Paterson (1864-1941)
Australian writer
“Will you love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away,
Will your love as of old prove true?
“For the looks may change, and the heart may range,
And the love be no longer fond;
Wilt thou love with truth in the years of youth
And away to the years beyond?
Oh, I love you, sweet, for your locks of brown
And the blush on your cheek that lies—
But I love you most for the kindly heart
That I see in your sweet blue eyes.
For the eyes are signs of the soul within,
Of the heart that is real and true,
And mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.
For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
May be reft of their golden hue;
But mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.
Come and share a pot of tea, My home is warm and my friendship’s free . Emilie Barnes
Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn’t matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.”
Robert A. Heinlein
I know perfection is a chance effect Of uninflected being, that to reflect Will break the mirror that preserves your face . . .
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“Know all things to be like this:
A mirage, a cloud castle,
A dream, an apparition,
Without essence, but with qualities that can be seen.
Know all things to be like this:
As the moon in a bright sky
In some clear lake reflected,
Though to that lake the moon has never moved.
Know all things to be like this:
As an echo that derives
From music, sounds and weeping,
Yet in that echo is no melody.
Know all things to be like this:
As a magician makes illusions
Of horses, oxen, carts, and other things,
Nothing is as it appears.”
“I was nervous. Like an ice cube, I just froze up. Then I melted in some strange guy’s drink.
― Jarod Kintz, The Titanic would never have sunk if it were made out of a sink.
alysha herrmann
I finger the papers. Leaf through the words. Words I’ve written.
Words I’ll say. Nerves. A tiny tremor of, what if.
How do I know? What they’ll say. What they’ll think.
Hear that name. My name. Two steps. Another. More.
Deep breath.”
http://alyshaherrmann.wordpress.com/tag/australian-poetry/
Dogs are really people with short legs in fur coats
Don’t judge the dog by its fur.
(Danish
If you are praised by a villain, mend your ways at once.
Darkovan
Nothing looks more like an honest man than a villain.
Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.”
― Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants
All that trouble, and no more enjoyment than from a game of marbles.
Renoir referring to the “horses, carriages, society people, ridiculous clothes and even a poor fox” that are needed to hunt as opposed to the simplicity of the child’s game.
However ugly you are, your face will always be better looking than your bottom.
http://www.friendsoftafo.org/proverbs.htm
If you try to look into a bottle with both eyes, your nose will get stuck.
Foxy is foolish, fair is the next, brown is becoming and black is the best
http://idak.gop.edu.tr/ayhandiril/ENGLISH/PROVERBS.htm
“When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.”
~Audre Lorde –
The she-monkey, even if dressed up in silk, remains a monkey.
Aunque la mona se vista de seda, mona se queda
“The story is even Bill Wilson, a founder of Alcoholics Anonymous, couldn’t overcome the sex monkey on his back, and spent his sober life cheating on his wife and filled with guilt.”
― Chuck Palahniuk
Even if your words are a lie, your eyes always tell the truth.
Libby Saumur.
http://www.midnightangel308.com/eye_quote.htm
It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, and Other Addresses
The skin of the leopard is beautiful, but not his heart.
~Baluba proverb
http://afritorial.com/the-best-72-african-wise-proverbs/
“Anything beautiful should be given a name, do you not agree?”
― Tan Twan Eng, The Garden of Evening Mists
Be what you want to be, not what others want to see.
“You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Every day, God gives us the sun and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven’t perceived that moment, that it doesn’t exist–that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists–a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.”
― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.
William Hazlitt
“I was never one to care about how I looked on the outside. That wasn’t the real me anyway. Not that I didn’t appreciate the way I looked now, I just didn’t feel it mattered, because how you look doesn’t change what’s in your soul.”
― Christine Zolendz, Fall From Grace
Self-expression must pass into communication for its fulfillment.
(Pearl S. Buck)
http://quote.robertgenn.com/getquotes.php?catid=108#.UXZxxtfI9ok
“It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host
Appearances are not held to be a clue to the truth. But we seem to have no other.
Ivy Compton-Burnett
“And I. I too.
Quite collected at cocktail parties,
meanwhile in my head
I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.”
― Anne Sexton, Transformations
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