Posts Tagged ‘modern proverbs. randy hasper’

I believe in word magic — the witty, ironic and super sarcastic.

Making something substantial disappear is the magic trick the brave do everyday.

A lie is a slight of hand, it slips the truth up a verbal sleeve.

Proverbs are magic — the high brow, the mid-wow, the pseudopelagic.

Wonder gave birth to magic — and the ecstatic.

Necromancy is chancy — try math.

There is no augury, only trickery or truthery.

Magic is the fanciful mental furniture of romantic girls and desparate old men.

We want to believe in magic, but it’s mostly just good luck or tragic.

As the scarf keeps coming from the hat, so memories keep unraveling from the soul.

Magic deception, power perception, transformation requires a solid connection.

Faith isn’t believing that God will pull a rabbit out of a hat; it is putting on your hat and going rabbit hunting.

A theory is a flashlight; proven, it is the sun.

Light makes right not might.

The sunny side of life is always up.

Dance with the moon, hug the stars, kiss the sun, marry the light.

Four great things may be hidden: the sun, the moon, the stars and the truth.

Cheerfulness is a candle, enthusiasm a bonfire, hope the sun.

God took lessons from Vermeer — after providing him with materials.

Hold the hand of the child afraid of the dark and the adult afraid of the light.

Warmongers avoid light; peacemakers run into it.

Faith is a tiny boat in a thrashing sea sailing toward a shinning opening in a stormy sky.

The fire astounds, the sun amazes, but the truth — it bores us.

No nation was ever ruined by generosity.

We can all live on a little; we can all thrive on enough.

The economy is like weather; self-discipline is like clothing.

Borrow and lend — you’ll have friends no end.

The economy is a Hydra; work is a Hercules.

If you don’t like the returns you’ve gotten on penny stocks, invest in time shares.

All it takes to inspire another young American to max out a credit card is a trip to Washington DC.

An economy occurs as soon as someone wants what someone else has.

The economy is the social network we choose by default.

A shopper without a price anchor is like a shopper with ten million dollars; both will pay too much for too little.

The economy exists within our emotions; anxiety and hope rule the attribution of value.

In modern economies records have replaced relationships.

Without the sun, the world would die of cold, without stories, of boredom.

Poetry — word concentrate.

Words can zoom and zoar and zive, fly upside down and come alive.

A canon, some dogma, a couple of martyrs and a few prophets and literature is a  religion.

Words heal the brain; sentences heal the soul; books heal the world.

Literature and history share this, a passion to distort what happened.

Literature is the refrigerator that preserves tommorrow’s word entree.

As the artist knifes paint on canvases so the writer spatulas words onto minds.

Modern certainty about uncertainty is uncertain of uncertainty.

It only takes a lull to trepanate a skull.

Literature is culinary art with a slice of propaganda thrown in.

One of the primary functions of literature is to entertain; what doesn’t delight doesn’t sell.

Every story ever written is every person’s story who has ever lived.