Category Archives: RANDOM SAYINGS

t’s not the monkey on top that make a tree fall but it’s the work and effort of numerous small insects and ants.

If you marry a monkey for his wealth, the money goes and the monkey remains as is. ~ Egypt

http://afritorial.com/the-best-72-african-wise-proverbs/

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We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals… In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.

Henry Beston

 

 

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Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep. Manfred: Incantation

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There exists, for everyone, a sentence – a series of words – that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you’re lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.”

― Philip K. Dick, VALIS

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“Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?” “Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens. “A.A. Milne

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he is unlike the other customers. They sense it too, and look at him with hard eyes, eyes like little metal studs pinned into the white faces of young men. In the hush his entrance creates, the excessive courtesy the weary woman behind the counter shows him amplifies his strangeness. He orders coffee quietly and studies the rim of the cup to steady the sliding in his stomach. He had thought, he had read, that from shore to shore all America was the same. He wonders, Is it just these people I’m outside or is it all America?

― John Updike, Rabbit, Run

Beauty stands and waits with gravity to start her death-defying leap

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

http://www.litera.co.uk/greek_proverbs_freedom_or_death/47/

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In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength. In a thinker, there is a reverence for the beauty of the alert and directed and lucid mind. In all of us who perform there is an awareness of the smile which is part of the equipment, or gift, of the acrobat. We have all walked the high wire of circumstance at times. We recognize the gravity pull of the earth as he does. The smile is there because he is practicing living at that instant of danger. He does not choose to fall.
At times I fear walking that tightrope. I fear the venture into the unknown. But that is part of the act of creating and the act of performing.
That is what a dancer does.

(Martha Graham in ‘I am a Dancer’)

http://www.narthaki.com/info/quotes1.html

Just because I cut the heads off dolls doesn’t mean I hate babies, I just hate dolls.” Alice Cooper – 2003

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If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed; but the cleverest, the acutest men are often under an illusion about women: they do not read them in a true light: they misapprehend them, both for good and evil: their good woman is a queer thing, half doll, half angel; their bad woman almost always a fiend.”

― Charlotte Brontë, Shirley

Regard it as just as desirable to build a chicken house as to build a cathedral.” – Frank Lloyd Wright

http://www.backyardchickens.com/a/common-chicken-sayings-idioms-other-funny-things-we-say

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Innocence plays in the backyard of ignorance.

http://www.polishtoledo.com/proverbs.htm

A man who has one finger pointing at another has three pointing towards himself. ~Nigerian

http://www.gadel.info/2011/03/ghanaian-and-nigerian-proverbs.html

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CREON’S DREAM
The old hull’s spine shoots out of the mud-flat,
a black crooked finger pointing back to the house.
On the dead low the smell of the mangroves.The river seeps through the window, the books
are opened out on the desk. When the first breeze
hits the curtain the cats scatter.

It could be dawn for all I know, concentration
wanders through Creon’s words to Antigone
Go to the dead and love them – okay so they live as

long as I do – what else can I make of it?
The bright feathers from a crimson rosella lie
in clumps on the floor with a pair of broken wings.

In the dark I try to write and remember the zoo
I played in as a child. There was a balding sedated lion
and a wedge-tailed eagle hunched on a dead

tree in a cage; they threw it rabbits
in 1953. The whooping cranes side-
stepped the concrete ponds and whooped all night.

The blue heron flaps across the river in my head,
poddy mullet hanging from its tight beak.
Ah, dead fish, the old black crow, the sick pelican.

I pad the room, out there mangroves are pumping up
the putrid air, life goes on. At the zoo they
still throw the animals dead meat, the big cats

are bred in labs where they lock the albino
freaks away. I pace the kitchen: where are the books,
who reads the poems? I take a drink, ribbonfish

swim across my pages, I shake my head but they swim on –
in low flocks, chromium ribbons, they fly under
the river herding up the poddy mullet,

rippling the surface, as the tawny frogmouth knows.
The books have gone, the spoonbills wade in
with whitebait skipping ahead of them,

channel-billed cuckoo come swooping after the crows,
flying low over the water, calling their mates,
dipping their hooked beaks into the moving chrome.

I sleep in broken snatches and dream nothing.
Mosquitoes suck at my cheeks and empty bottles
clutter the verandah, the books are in darkness

but the sandy whimbrels finger the pages, words
dissolve, waves of the dead arrive in dreams.
Out there the black finger points to the mouth

of the river, where the dead are heading, they
move over the window glass. The extinct fins move
the fingers of my grandfather, mending nets,

the dead friends sing from invisible books. The heron
picks the blood-shot eye from my father’s terrible
work in the kilns and darkness is complete.

© 2001, Robert Adamson
From: Mulberry Leaves: New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Paper Bark Press, 2001

It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.”

― George Eliot, Middlemarch

 

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A swing grinds on its chains.
A child sits pushing.
There’s no eucalyptus,
atlas pine, or flowering ash,
no other child is calling
from the tender modulations of leaves:
just each note
of her ringing hear,
the feeling of being pushed
into the air.

Judith Beveridge

http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poet/item/676/15/Judith-Beveridge

You have not line nor rope: with which to land a sea-monster.

Huna mshipi, hu nangwe: kuomoa tenga na nini?
Said of somebody who undertakes an impossible task.

http://swahiliproverbs.afrst.illinois.edu/ambition.html

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Time langa dan rope.


Time is longer than a rope.


Meaning: Things will change eventually.

http://www.belizeans.com/grauma.htm

If swimming is so good for your figure, how do you explain whales?

http://delphiauk.wordpress.com/2011/04/12/quotes-and-sayings/

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“They were watching, out there past men’s knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.”

― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

Exceptions are not always the proof of the old rule; they can also be the harbinger of a new one.

Marie Von Ebner-eschenbach

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“He had that sense, or inward prophecy, – which a young man had better never have been born than not to have, and a mature man had better die at once than utterly to relinquish, – that we are not doomed to creep on forever in the old bad way, but that, this very now, there are harbingers abroad of a golden era, to be accomplished in his own lifetime.”

― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The House of the Seven Gables

If men had been forbidden to make porridge of camel’s dung, they would have done it, saying that they would not have been forbidden to do it unless there had been some good in it.

Muhammed (Essential Sufism)

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I saw the camel put on its shirt
And leave without tears for Mecca
With a thousand and one
Sand sellers and
Dark crowds like scaly dragons
But I could not follow them
For sloth won out
Against my ardour
And daily habit resumed
Its disjointed toe-dance”

― Joyce Mansour

Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.”

― P.G. Wodehouse, Meet Mr. Mulliner

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Tea had come as a deliverer to a land that called for deliverance; a land of
beef and ale, of heavy eating and abundant drunkenness; of grey skies and
harsh winds; of strong nerved , stout-purposed, slow-thinking men and women.
Above all, a land of sheltered homes and warm firesides - firesides that
were waiting - waiting, for the bubbling kettle and the fragrant breath of
tea.
-Agnes Reppiler

 

 

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

Carl Sandburg

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“Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magisterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind my tent. It was a scene of peerless tranquility, tossed out in Nature’s devil-may-care way, which says: Just open your eyes, my friend, and I’ll astonish you every minute of your life.”

― Lawrence Millman, Last Places: A Journey in the North

I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands. Zora Neale Hurston

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"The way one eats is the way one works."

Czechoslovakia

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