Posts Tagged ‘wise sayings’

The over-examined life isn’t lived worthily.

To live fully, quit thinking overly.

Over-process; over-suffer.

Overthinking is a rollercoaster with a permanent loop and a never changing destination; you always get off where you got on.

Thinking about have fun is not having fun.

Eat, work and sleep as a rhythm — never worry that way.

To think of others is to escape yourself.

Laughter cures obsession.

Worry wastes; gratitude wonders.

It takes guts to shut up.

Guts will take you places brains can’t.

Follow your guts; drag your pain behind you.

Check your gut; use your brain.

You are your microbiome.

Audacity starts up the mountain; guts goes over top.

Pluck needs no luck.

Guts control arms and legs.

Spine will stand you in good stead.

Moxie has a limit — reality.

Brains can choose anything, even self-destruction, but guts choose life every time.

Poop is funny; more poop is funnier.

We aren’t as superior as we imagine; the ants had toilets before us.

Eat, poop, pray.

First we had dirt holes, then we had septic tanks; now we have congress.

The mouth is a fresh stream of clear water — or a sewer line.

We relieve one end in private, spew from the other in public.

Poop matters; so does it’s absence.

Talk poop to others if you want, but be prepared to have to change your clothes.

The chief reasons not to own a dog are hot, soft and steamy.

Life is a pile of poop, and a mountain of adventure and beauty.

Poop is the great human equalizer; even the beautiful and powerful squat and stink.

Suffer sickness silently; celebrate wellness loudly.

Love your broken body; honor your diseased self.

We are both our well and sick selves.

Devastated bodies have no answers — yet they persist.

A sick body is one path to a well soul.

Sickness draws our true friends to us.

Disease is strong; the human spirit stronger.

Pain is isolating; extreme pain obliterates the rest of the world.

Wait until it happens to you — then comes understanding.

Bodies — sick, harmed, dimorphic or aged — these are never shameful; they are simply what it means to be human.

Uninitiated pain is pain, gain is something quite else.

Quiet is hard, confrontation harder, quiet confrontations hardest.

The mind and heart must both collude to have a shot at quietude.

Never hold back on the affirmations of others.

To dodge a question is to throttle the truth; to answer honestly is to extend its life.

Our limited awareness is most eloquently evidenced by us sitting inactive and silent while billions of cries for help rise from the earth.

One may be blued, by too much quietude.

To completely isolate from other people is to put yourself in a coma with no one to wake you.

Balance: Hold calm in one hand; spread excitement with the other!

There may be sleep in pills but there is little rest.

The whole world could be healed of anxiety if it could be only be quietly held and hugged for long enough.

Avoid silence: speak up; add value.

There is no quieter place than the interior of a broken heart.

Telling doesn’t require yelling — but sometimes it helps.

Telling the truth will earn you public enemies; lying will earn you private ones.

Fine food we meticulously present; the truth, we carelessly slop.

A universe of safety lies within a confidant who loves you.

Conflict is the most common birthplace of the truth — and the lie.

We tell after we can’t not.

Honesty terrifies liars; truth dismantles them.

After telling avoid swelling.

Love allows space for truth.

These days the only way to get the truth about yourself is to hire a therapist or a detective.

All speakers elaborate; the really good ones lie shamelessly.

Embellish all your stories; this will engender widespread approval and universal credibility.

Ornamental is incremental; the thing is to know when to stop.

We need simple after complicated, complicated after too much simple.

A good story is like a good wine; better and better with more time.

Every retelling of a story is an opportunity to add to it.

Decorate every kitchen bowl; adorn every common soul.

Rococo increased vertigo; minimalism induced comas.

Baroque — it’s a choke.

We blog to unveil something important — ourselves.

We blog to lodge what we won’t dodge.

All points of view add to and stir the public stew.

The best blog is the most unique angle on the most common thing.

Blog your slog, but dialogue your fog.

Blogging is flirting.

Blogging is like raising your hand in class; you want to be heard; you aren’t sure you will be.

A good blog is more than a rant; it’s a chant.

Blog; unclog.

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.

Find home; amble off; rush back.

Fly, walk; sigh, gawk.

It’s food-for-mood and pay-for-viewed.

Seeing isn’t understanding.

To rest well is hard work.

Fly the nest — eat, gawk, rest.

We discover ourselves in distant realms.

Visit Rome; discover home.

In foreign places we find our faces.

Be homeless — vacation.

Fashion a life you don’t have to keep getting away from.

Being is dreaming.

Authentic beings have no seems.

Be or not; thrive or rot.

When we cease to love we cease to exist.

Being is a non-nixed scene.

To exist; be missed.

Existence is resistance.

See we; be.

Deem not meme as being.

Being exists beyond the screen.

Be, because; becalm, bewas.

To be kind, be quiet.

Propagate kindness; treat people like pets.

Love is an sea, kindness a bay.

Kindness is savage graciousness hacked out of relentless understanding.

Kindness kills harshness; gentleness buries it.

Kindness is a choosen blindness.

It is not kind to not confront.

Rude, crude; kind, refined.

If kind is weak then proud is meek.

Kindness is found in the pause that lingers before the response.

A quote is dope.

Quotes improve with notes.

Dote — by quote.

The desire to be quoted invented the alphabet.

To remember a quote is to gain another mind.

Proverbs are quotation suburbs.

A bad education is a ream of notes and a rucksack of quotes.

The best eulogies involve quotes.

The quotation mark was invented by tyrants; it was perpetuated by school marms.

The student research paper prevents thinking — and promotes drinking.

Decline better; die improved.

Fail greatly; succeed minutely.

Better is the highest-lowest form of good.

The uplifting quote inclines toward rote.

Traditional letters, iron fetters.

Perfect is rare; a little better legionnaire.

No worse is better.

Good is better.

Many betters beat one best.

Better is mental, judgment incremental.

It’s for better, or for bitter.

Wrinkles — skin twinkles.

To age, to ache, there is no brake.

Age, no rage.

Around the last bend, the mind wends toward the end.

To age we turn the page and gaze.

The highest ability won’t hold off senility.

Dotage is a phage; juvenescence is the rage.

Age onstage.

Age knocks off some of life’s oughts.

Age in the direction of sage.

Pubescence, midescence; senescence, tranqescence.

Banish clocks, erase meridians, remove wrinkles — stop not time’s fast, hard marching rot.

To push someone else is to fall on your self.

Pushing flails; shoving fails.

The first shove is always within.

Old tushies suffer the pushies.

A riff, no love is a cliff and a shove.

We close our eyes, then we push.

Post-modern divergency pushes past our certainty.

Pushing and shoving flank the unloving.

Push whoosh; shush, swoosh.

Ask questions first; shoot off your mouth later.

To heal — feel.

No one gets well alone.

The first step toward healing is to make a choice.

We never heal; we ever harm.

Reel, deal zeal, heal.

Life is a harm and a healing.

Talk is curative, squawk quite superlative.

To recover from your enemies wish them immeasurable happiness.

The zenith is personal, healing conversional.

Healing is the unique realm of the ravaged, the resilient and the resourced.

Hearts need assurances; minds need occurrences.

Souls whirred must be assured.

Humans are fragile; bacteria are agile.

Not-sure needs the talking cure.

It reoccurs a word assures.

Haute couture will eyes assure, as will demure.

The insecure heart needs a leading part.

To test is best.

Awards assure — much like manure.

The brave entrepreneur is ever semi-sure.

Every mope is fueled by hope.

A good pout has political clout.

Sulkers are pokers.

Good doubters make good pouters.

A steady optimism is best maintained by an occasional sulk.

Lucky exults; lost sulks.

At the center of every good sulk lies a core of hope.

Expectancy is the mother of dejectancy.

Morose may pack a lethal dose.

The silent treatment — it’s excrement.

Sulking is risky; it can lead to skulking which can lead to jail time.

Demagoguery has a steep topography.

A few words and a rose and a million bulldozed.

The demos are demoed, dispatched and dememoed.

Loot can buy a fancy suit; a roll can buy a Capitol.

Being sly can get you selected; a lie can get you elected.

A demagogue hates an epilogue.

A demon finds a home in a demagogue.

The electoholic are hyperbolic.

A lie is hypoxic, the truth is detoxic.

The demagogue speaks; the populace weeps.