Posts Tagged ‘axioms’

To be a thing, go get some bling, channel the latest fashion trend.

Shoes are a hoot, boots root-a-toot!

The collar civilized the world.

Stop traffic, turn heads, drop jaws, wield power — wear insufficient clothing.

Fast fashion — resource assassin.

The rich store the poor’s dark garment chore.

Fashion is a common thug, wallet grub and time piece mug.

Our toil is to drape ourselves in an image; our relief is to finally take it off.

The latest style, the rotting pile.

Never in the field of American endeavor has so much been thrown away by so few so fast.

We stop to start to hope to see.

The telescope gave our eyes hope; the microscope made them well.

Wise eyes will not despise weak cries.

Eyes sniff; ears taste; skin gazes and still the heart is empty.

Our deepest “Why’s?” slip out the back doors of our aging eyes.

Eyes have lied, lips have ripped, the tongue has stung and yet the heart still hopes.

To go totally blind, open your eyes; to heal, close them.

Seeing is believing; not seeing is believing squared.

The eyes blink; the heart grows steady.

Let truth begin within.

A good proverb is like a good foot-bridge troll, short-statured, sturdy and armed with a vicious bite.

A properly placed proverb is like a perfectly executed murder — untruth taken out with one shot.

Proverbs galore are the ultimate bore.

Maturity is when your weight is at its maximum and you know the paremiological minimum.

Proverbs tell the truth, with a stutter.

Fewer words, more truth.

Wise sayings stab sense into a few psyches, but the masses die unwounded by the truths they repeat.

The difference between a wise-ass comment and a proverb is print.

One man’s adage is another man’s baggage.

He came; he sawed; he proverbed.

A proverb a page makes the writer a sage.

A wise proverb is an A+ cliché.

You can wax proverbial, trying on adverbial.

Proverbs are refrigerated truth.

Modern life is a fire hose of information, but sometimes we need only a sweet drop of truth.

As the hummingbird sips the honeysuckle, so the wise sip aphorisms.

Sometimes we need small to process large.

Axioms anvil the mundane into the sublime.