Quotes
Quotes about Rain
Everyone has the brainpower to follow the stock market. If you made it through fifth-grade math, you can do it. - "Modern Maturity Magazine, Jan/Feb 1995".
Anybody can cut prices, but it takes brains to produce a better article.
Capital can do nothing without brains to direct it.
What if this cursed hand Where thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
The friendship between me and you I will not compare to a chair; for that the rains might rust, or the falling tree might break. - George Bancroft,
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. -George Eliot.
Friendship will not stand the strain of very much good advice for very long.
Anybody who watches three games of football in a row should be declared brain dead.
True genius sees with the eyes of a child and thinks with the brain of a genii.
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish overcareful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care. Their bones with industry. For this they have engrossed and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises.
This is a proof of a well-trained mind, to rejoice in what is good and to grieve at the opposite. [Lat., Ergo hoc proprium est animi bene constituti, et laetari bonis rebus, et dolere contrariis.]
In New Yorkâwhose subway trains in particular have been "tattooed" with an energy to put our own rude practitioners to shameânot an inch of free space is spared except that of advertisements.
Great, good, and just, could I but rate My grief with thy too rigid fate, I'd weep the world in such a strain As it should deluge once again; But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes, I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.
When we hear oxymoron we think that those who eat oxen become morons .. their brains occluded by animal fat .. cannot receive oxygen When we hear Oxfam we think famine.. that those who promote oxeating create famine.
FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH Fire has left the hearth Nautilus climbed from shell Perfume flowed from bottle Prisoner gone from cell Butterfly flutterbied cocoon nor hand restrained by glove Jesus away from manger Cage left by Spirit Dove. Sparklings soared away from wand. Chick's egg become the bird. Omkar sung from out the throat Violin's notes now heard. Buddhist temple pine cone tabernacle'd godlet seed Shattered that it might manifest thousand forests of fir tree Eternal snow of mountain top now nurses meadow flowers. Shining never held by sun relentless melts ice towers. Love has left its spring the heart Is now a liquid pond Host stolen from the chalice consumed in mouth of God Starlight abandoned star a billion years ago Left that tonight you might have its sight and know Know Love is forever no drop of God ever dies Lover not bound by form of love God's bodies are not God's souls (to his wife and children on the death of Robert S) (Baba Hari Das: is the author of love is more powerful than lover for love is not bound by form).
Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.
Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are
Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are. Anne Frank -John B. Sheerin.
What good is speed if the brain has oozed out on the way?
There are three wicks you know to the lamp of a man's life: brain, blood, and breath. Press the brain a little, its light goes out, followed by both the others. Stop the heart a minute, and out go all three of the wicks. Choke the air out of the lungs, and presently the fluid ceases to supply the other centres of flame, and all is soon stagnation, cold, and darkness.
The building of a perfect body crowned by a perfect brain, is at once the greatest earthly problem and grandest hope of the race.
I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of. Helen Keller -Charles H. Perkhurst.
The most important tribute any human being can pay to a poem or piece of prose he or she really loves...is to learn it by heart. Not by brain, by heart; the expression is vital. When two of God's children join hands and hearts, all of Heaven rejoices. Thanks to a subscriber - Pamela Watkins -George Steiner.
