Ak’ sund kAsiya:n beyi sund gIza:
One person’s vomit is another’s food.
Someone lives on the leftovers of others.
Good wine ruins the purse; bad wine ruins the stomach
foto – anchors wharf cafe urunga
Of sickness’ sweetest
Anchoring back to the soul
Lie in mind cocaine
“How do I feel today? I feel as unfit as an unfiddle,
And it is the result of a certain turbulence in the mind and an uncertain burbulence in the middle.
What was it, anyway, that angry thing that flew at me?
I am unused to banshees crying Boo at me.
Your wife can’t be a banshee—
Or can she?”
― Ogden Nash, Private Dining-room and Other New Verses
“Human life occurs only once, and the reason we cannot determine which of our decisions are good and which bad is that in a given situation we can make only one decision; we are not granted a second, third, or fourth life in which to compare various decisions.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Of all men the drunkard is the foulest. The thief when he is not stealing is like another. The extortioner does not practice in the home. The murderer when he is at home can wash his hands. But the drunkard stinks and vomits in this own bed and dissolves his organs in alcohol.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
Go a mile to see a sick man, go two miles to make peace between two men, and go three miles to call on a friend. (Arabian).
foto – front paddock