"Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long," 'Tis not with me exactly so; But 'tis so in the song. My wants are many, and, if told, Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still should long for more.
If a man could half his wishes he would double his Troubles.
What one has wished for in youth, in old age one has in abundance. [Ger., Was man in der Jugend wunscht, hat man im Alter die Fulle.]
Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
If I live to grow old, as I find I go down, Let this be my fate in a country town; May I have a warm house, with a stone at my gate, And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate. May I govern my passions with an absolute sway, Grow wiser and better as my strength wears away, Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay. - Walter Pope, The Old Man's Wish,
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
What we wish for others determines what we allow for ourselves. Unknown Stop the mindless wishing that things would be different. Rather than wasting time and emotional and spiritual energy in explaining why we don't have what we want, we can start to pursue other ways to get it. â¢Greg Anderson A man of the world must seem to be what he wishes to be thought. â¢Jean De La Bruyère Wishes expand in direct proportion to the resources available for their gratification. â¢Robert Dato A wish is a desire without an attempt. â¢Farmer Digest Oh, the secret life of man and womanâdreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest. â¢Zelda Fitzgerald Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity. â¢Jean Toomer Some people develop a wishbone where their backbone should be. â¢Anonymous Indeed, man wishes to be happy even when he so lives as to make happiness impossible. â¢St. Augustine When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out. â¢Elizabeth Bowen Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires. â¢Goethe Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer: Hast thou the knack? pamper it not with liking; But if thou want it, buy it not too deare Many affecting wit beyond their power, Have got to be a deare fool for an houre.
This man [Chesterfield] I thought had been a lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among lords.
She would rather be an old man's darling than a young man's warling.
Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon, and thou art the man in the moon.
Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, To find such numbers who will serve instead: And in whatever state a man be thrown, 'Tis that precisely they would wish their own.
An undutiful Daughter will prove an unmanageable Wife.
If you want to know about a man you can find out an awful lot by looking at who he married.
When a man opens the car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife.
A good wife and health is a mans best wealth.
Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on't; And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't.
Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilful mistress of her art.
What is lighter than the wind? A feather. What is lighter than a feather? Fire. What lighter than a fire? A woman. What lighter than a woman? Nothing. [Lat., Vente quid levius? fulgur. Quid fulgure? flamma Flamma quid? mulier. Quid mulier? nihil.]
Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in woman.
Woman's love is writ in water, Woman's faith is traced in sand. - Sir Robert Aytoun (Ayton) of Kincaldie,
But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.
You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his funny bone.
Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! What an inviting hell invented.
Then, my good girls, be more than women, wise: At least be more than I was; and be sure You credit anything the light gives life to Before a man.