Posts Tagged ‘modern sayings’

Be quoted —  thus noted. 

A saying is a slaying; it massacres untruth.

Word play makes a good say. 

Say it; hooray it.

Fillet it, and bake it; invite them to say it.

Keep “they say” out of your way.

Overusage is abusage.

Seriousness created the proverb; mere fooling around fashioned the saying. 

We say what we don’t mean to mean what we don’t say. 

By saying too little we tolerate too much.

A saying is an essay — minus the details. 

To start, finish.

To finish, start.

Finish — or anguish. 

Finishing is a skill learned from starting. 

Finished is a form of acceptance. 

Finish first; start second. 

In the beginning is the finishing. 

Finishing foolishness is foolishness. 

The highest form of finishing lies in reflecting. 

Finished is relief, and regret. 

Finished —  excellence diminished.

Finished is an opinion — until your dead. 

Contingents galore forevermore. 

If this, then amiss; if that, then to the mat! 

First things worst. 

Buy, high; sell — all’s well.

Conditional stressful; dependent enmeshful.

Contingent — it’s a type of unhingement.

Contingencies, bi-engencies, intimate infringencies.

Gender infringements gather contingents. 

Every hour is a contingency; every day is a prerequisite.

I in you, and you in me, we are a contingency. 

A premise needs a chemist; a conclusion need a physicist.  

Trendy is windy.

Trendy — it’s fundy.

A popular trend; a merciful end.

Friends on spends fuel trends.

True friendy; not trendy. 

Tradition contends that all trends come to ends. 

Friends trend; true love digs in. 

The most popular thing trending — it’s spending.

Trends end; decisions decide.

Trendy strips and basks; classic covers and lasts.

An algorithm shows what’s trending, a brain chooses what’s important.

A man on a roll may fall off an edge.

On drugs; less hugs.

On edge is off kilter.

On is dependent; off is ascendant.

Too long; yawn on.

To get on, don’t go off.

Bon on.

When on ice, throw the dice.

Off work is on demand.

Bad boys are toys; all wrong is a turn on.

You’re on; go off!

To be the saint, ditch the paint.

Forget repute; aim for astute.

Pasts rule reputations.

Those in power may have their hour, but the rest of us get a lifetime to work out who we are.

Reputations are like May, and flies.

Every abuse trashes multiple resumes.

Underneath every strength lurks a hidden weakness.

Never hide your failures; this lowers expectation on you while enhancing other’s reputations.

Live with one eye vultured on your values, the other eye loyal to your loves and no eye left for the crowd.

Some craft a reputation by how they live, others by how they die.

Risk nothing; in this way, you will fashion a lasting reputation for having no reputation at all.

The best reputations are the byproducts of the best choices.

A reputation made in a moment may last for an eternity.

Own blown; confess mess.

To every mess — except one — we assign a villain.

Agency makes a mess; morality fixes it.

Between our lines lie tangled vines.

Even the best pack a mess.

Stuck runs amuck.

The mess that may not be understood may nonetheless be stopped.

Ethos saves us from chaos.

A word can topple a kingdom; a line can bury it.

A hot mess beats a cold fish.

Allow your self to be seen, but assiduously practice being known.

Being seen is a scream; behind the scenes is quite serene.

Dress up; play down.

Just to appear is brave, but to speak — it’s epic.

To step on a stage is to rip open your heart.

Appearances wound us, applauses ravage us.

To survive, be seen; to recover, become invisible.

Pull back the coverlet of rationality; find a mess.

Broken is bought, seen is fraught.

Seen is not what it seems.

To help, shut up.

Don’t yelp, help.

The truth that hurts helps.

It helps to know when helping harms.

To help, hand over the tools.

Failure aids future raids.

Helping is quite magical, taking over tragical.

Help is a wizard’s wand, but wizards don’t come from wands.

Helping showers; advising empowers.

There is the quip and the whip — or the responsibility-based relationship.

The news is booze.

Too newsy make us woozy.

Bad news makes a bad brood.

Inoculate yourself against news; interpret life for yourself.

The news comes with choices; reality has many voices.

The news is gored and stored for the bored horde.

We become what we believe.

We seek the worst contorted first.

We have a penchant for the negative, the editative, the sedative.

All reporters are reality contorters.

The government brews a batch of news.

Be quiet; discover silence.

To discover a new idea reject an old one.

In reverie resides the soul’s recovery.

Debark self; voyage toward someone else.

What no one understands hovers in front of everyone.

Discovery invented jealousy.

Lovers discover others.

All mothers birth discoverers.

Every age is the age of discovery.

Tumble hard uphill.

At every end, ascend.

Live it up living it down.

Live horizontal; die vertical.

Up is a cracked cup.

Shape up none but one.

Up, down, on frown.

Knocked down; crawl up.

Up is relative, subjunctive or correlative.

Get ahead; rise from the dead.

Drag your precious corpse out of every grave someone digs for you.

Adults examine; children imagine.

Sublime exists within the mind.

It’s our glory to imagine a story.

Plod less; imagine more.

If you imagine a war, include the gore.

Imagination — no equation.

We can imagine what we can’t fathom.

Imagine is; befriend was.

Imagine reality.

Imagine yourself happy; fantasize using reality.

None know; all imagine.

The mind dines then grinds its rinds.

A mental jettison is medicine.

Our feelings we mind; other’s we grind.

Chuck your muck.

Waste haste.

Our values show up in our dumps.

War’s disposal is supposal.

Progress — the invention of a new disposal.

The soul we depose we dispose.

Good riddance to all hindrance.


Historians are switchative, subjunctive to indicative.

History depletes itself.

History is always on the side of the spinners.

His story; her gory.

Governments crush; none blush.

Hagiography, bragiography.

History tutors beginnings, dominates middles and crushes ends.

History turns a million motives into one story.

Winners write history; losers read it.

Behavior becomes history.

Every history is revisionist; every historian is an excisionist.

I have an imaginary friend; I found him in a history book.

The necessity of work; the exigency of exhaustion.

Dreamify, exhausticate; goal and good exonerate.

Tired sighs; exhausted lies.

Exhaustion’s tattoo graces every yahoo.

Quickly hired; quickly fired.

Vision, schism and decision identify exhaustion’s mission.

Gratitude cures lassitude.

Politicians exhaust our love; then they exhaust our wallets.

Judge, condemn, debilitate; understand, invigorate.

Feebleness defines us; resilience inclines us.

Styly is wily.

The styler is the beguiler.

Lookism; snookism.

Style runs single file.

Toss the book; pick a look.

Authenticity invented a style; undifferentiated copied it.

A style win begins within.

The artful smile is a style.

Style smiles; candor beguiles.

Styles create brands; brands perpetuate styles.

Standard is found in the mall; style is found in the soul.

Rhyme is fine, same sounds sublime.

The letters that go together know together.

Rhyme prefers proximity, like love.

Rhyme sees the future.

Rhyme chimes the mind.

Rhyming is timing and skillful word chiming.

To make anything ridiculous — rhyme it.

It is a crime to poorly rhyme save to malign the pseudo sublime.

The nursery begot the rhyme.

Rhyme is the melody line of memory.

A thought, a proverb, a rhyme — sublime.

Rhyme — loss prevention.

Ideologues should worry; a is an epistemological theory.

There are no a‘s, just rays and bays.

An a is an a is a b to a z.

A is first and last and flirty fast.

A is the indefinite definite.

All you need is a — and the.

A bores; the roars.

A in all; pick and play well.

A is a way of thinking, while blinking.

Ancient thinkers invented a; subsequent ideologues ruined it.

A is non, yet first and strong.

There is some grey ‘tween aye and nay.

There is a warm feeling surrounding progress; it’s called climate change.

Advancement enchantments whip the world’s flankments.

Better is not necessarily greater.

Progress is a form of unhappiness.

Reason advances the world — until it doesn’t.

When we return to quietness, we have made progress.

Whenever there is kindness, there is progress.

Within wellness waxes progress.

The way forward is often through the way back.

When a politician utters the word progress, run, hide your wallet.

To accurately determine progress, wait — 100 years.

Progress is not one made richer by another made poorer.

One man’s progress should not be another man’s regress.