Posts Tagged ‘modern proverbs’

As the planets are shrouded in clouds so our psyches are shrouded in mystery.

We quest for the sheen of the elusive unseen.

Glistening things await curious minds.

As a magnetic shield protects our earth so the will-to-live protects the human spirit.

Molten cores inhabit tortured souls.

What influences most is seen least.

As the gas giants rule their rings; so great reverences rule the earth..

An anomaly is a bizarrerie on its way to becoming a commonality.

As the sun ravages the planets so love ravages the earth.

Far things eat near things.

Dominance rules the human psyche; if you haven’t managed to clear out your neighborhood, you don’t rank.

One of the great goals of life is to live a story good enough to be retold.

Sometimes we chose our stories; sometimes they choose us.

Life is a story, told by a mystery, laden with kindness, signifying love.

Our stories are the tributaries of a great river; they converge where there is love.

A story wraps a meaning around a life.

Lives are messy; the stories told to justify them are messier.

Selfishness linearizes a story; generosity dimensionalizes it.

We restory our way to glory.

To write a good children’s story is a great accomplishments; to read one to a child is a great privilege.

We live our lives; we tell our stories; our final listeners are gracious.

The universe has a story told by the stars.

I am therefore I am.

Am in Latin is a sum, an ever changing one-plus-one.

We overrate the “am” debate.

Am is an amalgam made out of what will-come.

Love am; adore was; cherish will be.

Our existence is expressed as an irregular verb; it is lived out in an irregular fashion.

Your who-am-I is hard-to-tell.

I-am is grounded and rooted in I; I choose to turn this into a we.

I am; you are; we can.

The I-am maxim, is healed in tandem.

Deep silences make deep neighbors.

We suffer in the deep; we wash into the shallows.

Deep is time; shallow is the mind.

Dig deep; worry shallow.

Dive deep, swim through and splash out of every wall of water life throws at you.

The deep end is a fresh start.

Deep cries to shallow as shallow cries to deep.

A deep patience is wrought by a long life.

Deep suffering makes hard choices.

Deep — it’s never cheap.

If you are thrown into a deep hole dig a long tunnel to the surface.

In was invented, right before out.

Society is built on an in; it falls apart on an out.

The chief virtue of out is its independence; this is also its primary defect.

Out of the box eventually becomes the box.

A callout can be replaced by a callin.

What is out of the question may not be devoid of an answer.

If you turn 8 billion different people inside out you’ll find they are pretty much the same.

It’s out of order to divide families with a border.

Is is in and then it’s out; fashion forward then discount.

The key to me is me.

Love can pick a lock; it can open the door of a heart.

Don’t lose the keys — to yourself.

Kindness is a key fob; it is effective even from a distance.

Pain is a locked door; an opioid is a battering ram.

Art is a key; it unlocks an eye.

The key to confusion is stillness.

Insight is a key; it can unlock a mind.

The keys that open doors don’t open windows.

To see is key, but to hear is essential.

We jail ourselves with our thoughts; we throw away the key with our interpretations.

You can still buy a miracle, but it will come in the form of a pill.

A caplet can keep a mouth shut.

One pill for up, one pill for down, one pill to ride the merry-go-round.

A pill can heal — or kill.

Pills are no replacement for care.

To modern medicine the modern human is a modern pill box.

Pills and policies, potentates and colonies.

Lozenges sooth; love heals.

The pills we make both give and take.

Tablets put us to sleep and wake us up, but deep rest is found in safety.

Our worst memories fade; our best memories get brighter.

Humor is a matchstick; a crowd is a stack of wood.

Dark humor is relished by bright people.

The day glows; the night sparkles; the truth shines.

Bright moments exist in dark hours.

To smile is to shine a bright flashlight.

A kind touch is a bright torch.

The best bright loves the worst dim.

Dark emotions need bright behaviors.

Hugs warm; kisses color; words brighten.

Almost is often the beautiful and satisfying result of utmost.

Incomplete can still compete.

My almost for His foremost.

Sometimes is more honest than always.

A partial victory is the satisfying reward given to acceptance.

Almost is a kind of first — and last.

Effort is often heroic and exists as a kind of loss steeped in valiant.

Life is not summiting; it’s trailblazing.

Almost is a routine part of disciplined practice.

Almost is always moving to a home in need of remodeling.

Almost is one of the most beautiful and coveted outcomes of total.

Human is birthed; race is assigned; love is a choice.

Racism is the wrong that recks the world.

You can conquer a racist army but not conquer the hated that created it.

Defining race is a failing chase.

The concept of race is a falsity determined by superficialities.

Colors are considered universally beautiful — until it comes to skin.

Racism arises from rules and descend into chaos.

Racism is a smallness; it is destroyed by a largeness.

Abolitionists, suffragists and racists have one thing in common — human.

Charity transcends biology.

First responsibility, then contentment.

Contentment feeds on the minute and feasts on the hour.

Contentment compounds no complacency.

Satisfaction has a deep tap root in acceptance.

The discontent, hell bent.

Laziness is being comfortable with what’s unacceptable.

Entrenchment breeds a false contentment.

Sanctity spawns serenity.

Peace of mind makes peace with question marks.

Limits have summits.

A pleasure is ever close to a line.

Life’s limits lie in life’s cards.

We can’t take more; we do.

Reality tests the limits; vision expands them.

A limit is an invitation.

Within limits resides leisure.

No limits is a fiction.

The wise mind honors the limited body.

Speeds kills; so does inertia.

Faith begins as a noun; it ends as an action verb.

Faith sees the future and acts.

Faith is a gift; despair is a labor.

Faith is like certainty; it needs testing.

Faith isn’t blind, but it might have only one eye and blink.

Certainty is friends with arrogance; faith hangs out around humility.

Faith in everyday realities is commonplace, in radical change, rare.

Beginnings test vision; endings test faith.

Doubt is not the opposite of faith; anger is.

Doubt seasons faith just as salt seasons meat.

Faith enters the house through a hidden door.

Every second of every day the need for restoration begins.

Every day, old becomes new to someone.

Ever new is old.

To restore is to love.

To restore, abhor, then adore.

Restoration takes passion — and money.

Restoration understands the past and sees the future.

Knowledge is the mother of renewal.

Wisdom loves old and old loves wisdom.

A junkyard is a treasure chest.

We rush about in circles, looking for centers.

Simple is complex.

At the edge of chaos we reach for the circle of simplicity.

Complexity seeks serenity.

Wealth is a complexity chasing a simplicity.

Global is local.

Complexities have changed the world — 1,647 and 174,465.

We need quiet — not too much.

Biodiversity is the complexity that saves.

Quality has deep roots in quantity.

By means of invention we have obliterated distance, annihilated silence, decimated disease and perpetuated our craving for love.

Cry your eyes out, into your journal.

A journal is a medicine.

Write out your heart.

To journal is to discover yourself.

A journal is a record of the geology of a soul.

A journal is a magnifying glass; a book that comes from it is a telescope.

Great ones write out their souls.

A good journal contains several good books.

Writing is the road to knowing.

Journaling discovers that your soul is the same as your neighbor’s.

Journal supernal; look for the kernel.

Nurture your nature.

To nurture your soul, nurture your body.

Nurturing lies within the art of being nonproductive.

Nurturly is creaturly.

Reading is feeding.

To nurture meekness befriend weakness.

We nurture one thing only to neglect another.

Achievement is a form of nurturement.

Nurturing lies in knowing when to begin — and when to stop.

To love is to nurture.

To nurture your soul, go outside.

It is your nature to nurture.

Needy makes greedy.

Indigent; indignant.

Need is a seed.

Need shrinks the world.

Need pays attention to need.

Need engenders solutions, and births destructions.

The devastated must titrate their way to a new identity

Beggared — embittered or embiggered.

Impecunious gets the dubious salubrious.

Think high, not why.

When life goes small, stay big.

Some answers we don’t want; we get them anyway.

When why is nigh, fly.

You may ask why, but work on next.

What is; why was.

Irrationality is fog; “Why” rushes to and fro within it.

Why, what and how invented the experiment.

“Why?” we cry; unanswered we die.

The proof is lost in the pudding.

Fake news is booze; read it and weave.

No need to cry fake if no ones awake.

Trust is truth until there’s a tryst.

Post truth; post peace.

We read what we believe; we hear what we want; we see what we agree with.

Misinformation — predation.

Fake news puts in the screws.

Fake news is cult cool aide.

Taste transforms tidings.

Fake to fake; jape to jape.

Leaks become lore.