Posts Tagged ‘modern proverbs’

patience

Posted: March 1, 2015 in patience
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To be patient is to love yourself.

Humility is the mother of patience; reason is her father.

Patience has a measured cadence.

What wonder ever was but by a wait.

Cruelty is the bully child of frustration, but patience begets kindness.

Too much patience is a sin.

Face every injustice with impatience.

Bear the exigencies of crisis with patience; needless suffering, meet it with extreme irritabilty.

Impatience is the virtue of visionaries.

Passion waits well when it knows it will win.

Patience is medicine; hurry assassinates us.

refine

Posted: February 19, 2015 in refine
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Life refines even the least inclined.

The iron inclined are least refined.

Difficulty refines — unless it wrecks.

The divinest irony runs the soul’s refinery.

Bookish wit is gold refined, but household wit is dross sublime.

A home is a refinery — unless it’s a whinery.

Anxiety’s society disrefines us quietly.

What one refines a dozen more declines.

Fool, recline; wise, refine.

Only love affinates ambition.

news

Posted: February 9, 2015 in news
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If people weren’t so bored then bad news wouldn’t be so popular.

It takes fate, or it takes hate, to make the evening news of late.

The best life is found in being so busy making news that you don’t have time to read it.

The scoop’s a dupe, the piece a fleece and yet the truth is told.

Good anchors report with bedrock integrity, the worst drag the mucky bottom for celebrity.

Soldiers lead reporters to battle — rattle, prattle, chattel, cattle.

News is what we are told; interpretation is what we tell ourselves.

Purveyors of news respect no tombs; they lug all guts into all living rooms.

The world is 186,000 events per second; a reporter is a butterfly net.

As the divorcee packs a rant so the reporter packs a slant.

What’s trending; it’s bending.

News is expensive, but the truth will cost you your life.

No news isn’t good news; it’s terrifying!

is

Posted: February 3, 2015 in is
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The best show biz of life is “is!”

“Is” is fast when life’s a blast.

Time rips; “is” slips.

“Is” is fizz.

We live in is and die of was.

Was is!

Was is — until we decide it isn’t.

Determine “will be;” annihilate “is.”

“Was” and “will-be” are mostly scree, but “am” and “is” are more trusty.

We scheme, parade and dominate, to earn the world’s salute, but “was” and “is” and “will be so” will one day make us moot.

eyes

Posted: February 2, 2015 in eyes
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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.

terrorism

Posted: January 28, 2015 in terrorism
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With every kill, six eyes grow still.

When every person is a bomb, then we know the world’s undone.

Terrorism is ideologically primeval, our righteousness — their evil.

To radicalize someone, marginalized them — make that permanent.

If you want someone to destroy you, despise them.

The blood of the innocent is the demise of the guilty.

Two things kill — shrill and too still.

To terrorize is our demise, but to understand each other, that will save our lives.

Shrill still precedes the will to kill.

By their own righteous indignation the righteous are destroyed.

Three things make religion deadly, four make it fatal — extreme love, extreme hatred, angry leaders and a righteous cause.

launch

Posted: January 27, 2015 in launch
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Courage holds a launch; fear holds its paunch.

Love is blast off, marriage striking the target, children detonation.

Doing nothing is a sink hole; taking action is a launching pad.

By the same means the astronaut ascends so also all great things come into being.

Powerful rockets require deep pockets.

We fear armed missiles; we should fear armed minds.

To the irresponsible the church is a hospital; to the faithful it’s a launching pad.

The overly staunch will delay the launch.

Low self-esteem is a missile launch code; jealousy is a launch key.

Skip brunches; attend launches.

next

Posted: January 16, 2015 in next
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The future is uncertain; the next move not.

Next exists in now.

When you’re perplexed, pursue what’s next.

Don’t wait for next: figure it out, run it down, devour it.

For wisest, wisely wise respect, love is the thing that’s ever next.

Inertia’s hex is stopped by next.

One thousand nexts lie in the smallest step.

Next leads to rest then to the best.

The next great accomplishment begins with the next hard question.

The world’s next brilliant, helpful find exist within the collaborative mind.

Love your next as yourself.

impossible

Posted: December 30, 2014 in impossible
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The next possibility possible lies within what is not considered possible.

Do what is impossible; this creates amazing energy and impossible results.

To do the impossible, first gather a great team.

The impossible — it is the most responsible.

Doing the impossible begins with uncertainty; proceeds with a full-blown panic attack and ends with a sigh of relief.

Creating the impossible takes tremendous courage — and a truck load of money.

When behind your back people say that something you are doing is impossible, it is flattery; when they say it to your face, it is fuel.

Creating the impossible is not hard; it’s marketing it that’s difficult.

The best way to accomplish what is impossible is to love.

fathers

Posted: December 30, 2014 in fathers
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A father’s excellence may be measured by the volume of his children’s laughter.

A good father is a shelter; a great father is a launching pad.

A good father leads, then he follows.

What children desire good fathers require.

Fathers are famous when they appear; they are infamous for their appearance.

The worst father’s are violent, or perhaps they are silent.

A good dad is there, fear, snare, tear or dare.

The best dads admit imperfection and act out total adoration.

Like father like son by choice is undone.

devilish

Posted: December 27, 2014 in devilish
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It is modern wisdom to think the devil is a myth, modern foolishness not to see him in ourselves.

The devil’s first mistake was in becoming his own advocate; his second was in remaining so.

The devil isn’t in the details; he’s lost in grand generalizations about himself.

The devil is the father of a million lies; one day he’ll go broke paying child support.

You can’t shame the devil; he’s already shamed himself.

Resist the devil and he’ll scatter; regard him as a myth and he’ll rout you.

Hate and violence are full of the devil; mere mischievousness is full of the divine.

The child pretends to be an adult, so the devil plays the lion.

The success of the devil relies on those who don’t believe in him.

The nation that sets viciously upon an another is the nation that receives the devil as dear brother.

warrenty

Posted: December 23, 2014 in warrenty
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Marriage is an uncertainty; love is a warranty.

Permanence is the misconception our warranties disabused us of.

A warranty is an up-sell; it was created to compensate for a downgrade.

Check the fine print for the time share; it reads that buyers should all beware.

On earth humans need warranties; in heaven they will need some serious relief from perfection.

Caveat emptor is at wisdom’s center.

Dishonesty invented the contract; cheap stuff mandated the warranty.

God created life-generating water, warming sun and cooling wind; this necessitated warranting everything else!

The amazing human race invented the great civilization we live in — so buy warranties.

A warranty is our assurance that our purchases were designed to break.

Since dishonesty is the market policy, a warranty is the best commodity.

talent

Posted: December 15, 2014 in talent
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Superb talent is everywhere; scouts, however, are super rare.

Talent is a gift; its development — grueling.

Aptitude is half attitude.

Life isn’t a talent show; it’s a helping match.

A great show of talent is overrated; a great show of love isn’t.

Humanity is overflowing with an amazing talent for astonishingly average performances.

Superstars are super-rare; super-so-so is everywhere.

Luck invented awards; effort made them seem legitimate.

It’s modernly gallant to honor non-talent.

When talent meets luck a star is born; so is a supernova.

The talent show was invented by the overly valiant.

Life has a forte, for effortless morte.

coffee

Posted: December 7, 2014 in coffee
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C. arabica is the divinus stimulatica.

The gods eat ambrosia, with coffee.

Because God loves us, he gave us sex — so there would be more people to drink coffee with.

Wisdom invented silence; coffee put an end to it.

At the heart of every great city is a superb coffee shop.

We are scholars because the coffee has buzz.

A mad scientist who hated aroma, body, flavor and the human race invented instant coffee.

An equator made a bean; a mountain perfected it.

It’s the Joe that makes us go and the jolt that makes us bolt.

Sheikh Omar may have cured with prayer, but he was cured with coffee.

The Greeks may have invented democracy, but it succeeded because of the spread of coffee.

cities

Posted: December 3, 2014 in cities
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A city isn’t a check list of sites; it’s a labyrinth of wonders.

A city is a pastry shop a short stroll from a bed.

Our insanity lies in building up a city for centuries and bombing it to pieces in a single season.

It’s a pity to shun a city; its an effrontery to shun the country.

The county is a miracle, the city a miracle worker.

A park puts the country in the city.

Clothes don’t really make the man, and buildings don’t define the city.

Get high; see the cities from the sky.

There are two ways to make a neighborhood beautiful: theme the buildings; fill them with diversity.

You can take the man out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the man.

Cities remind us that our identities are unique, and collective.

howl

Posted: November 27, 2014 in howl
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To howl for loss of grip is hip, but lip may also spring from minds blue chip.

Oppression creates a howl, then shoots it for howling.

War from howling, peace from listening.

Our best howls proceed from our deepest loves.

Two howls are hip — one mild, one explicit.

Debauchery and righteousness share one thing — the right to howl.

A howl announces pain; a whisper ushers in healing.

The young prowl, row and howl; the old settle in and growl.

Silence is a personal form of howling.

To speak the truth; honor the howl within.

hi

Posted: November 26, 2014 in hi
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“Hi” is fly like “My-oh-my.”

Time hides in “hi,” eternally.

Every “hi” hides a goodbye.

It takes goodbye to get to “Hi!”

Every hello affords such a fine opportunity to fall in love.

The incarnation was the divine “Hi.”

“Hi’s” the first fine bow to low.

Every arriving is a step towards departing.

Skipping “Hi” means taking the first step toward low.

Every heart-stopping leaving contains the volcanic power of a new beginning.

Nothing less than an eye-to-eye; nothing less than “Hi!” and “My!”

kerfluffles

Posted: October 28, 2014 in kerfluffle
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The wise don’t muffle every kerfluffle.

A din begins within and dies without.

Out of a foolish uproar, the wise craft a door.

Fuss if you must — then hush.

Invite every emotion to dinner; don’t give it a knife.

A well-managed conflict prevents a devastating war.

The fool’s error becomes a furor, and then it turns into a mirror.

Democracy sprouts a brouhaha and blooms a la-la-la.

Locomotions cause commotions; inner quiets heal all riots.

Love ends every hate well.

flapdoodle

Posted: October 18, 2014 in flapdoodle
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Politics is a lot of flapdoodle — equal amounts of flap, and doodle.

Humanity’s inanity is gentrified by vanity.

A critique of you-not-me has all the marks of malarkey.

Drivel, bull and balderdash, add gobbledygook, make hooey hash.

Collaboration is the whole kit and caboodle; flapdoodle is just the view from a single noodle.

Flap has the clap and needs to nap.

Claptrap functions as a petty satrap.

Infinite is guff, until it meets with quite enough.

Flap is storm surf, silence sets of glassy combers.

randomness

Posted: October 14, 2014 in randomness
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God made dice, then he made men and women.

A plan may please a clan, but chance will make them dance.

Patterns lull us to sleep; randomness startles us awake.

Death adores luck.

Luck good, skill better, both best.

All success is spawned in a muddy pool of chance.

The random never ride tandem.

If random all, then flee the hall.

Skill is an amulet; it wards off luck.

Chance births despair, and joy.

Chance is God’s antidote for pride.

God will never dance to chance.

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