Quotes
Quotes about Wit
The trouble with the rat race is that, even if you win, you're still a rat.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit. -Kahlil Gibran.
The trouble with life is that there are so many beautiful women and so little time.
Without a measureless and perpetual uncertainty, the drama of human life would be destroyed.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Learn to get in touch with silence within yourself, and know that everything in this life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from. -Elizabeth Kubler-Ross.
He who has a why to live can bear with almost any how.
Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with the truth. -Thich Nhat Hanh.
The book of life begins with a man and a woman in a garden, and ends with Revelations.
We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals maintain their sense of coherence (i.e. sense that life is comprehensible, manageable, and meaningful) and ability to function in the face of changes in themselves and their relationships with their environment. -Aaron Antonovsky.
Then Jesus said unto them, Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth.
Blasted with excess of light.
And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight; Casting a dim religious light.
. . . Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.
If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room. -Anita Roddick.
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. -Eden Phillpotts.
The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.
He Greek and Latin speaks with greater ease Than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas.
Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.
He plays o' th' viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
