Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea.
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, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
He who has provoked the shaft of wit, cannot complain that he smarts from it.
He who has provoked the shaft of wit, cannot complain that he smarts from it.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part, I'd break her spirit, or I'd break her heart.
Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon, and thou art the man in the moon.
Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilful mistress of her art.
Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul, Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee, Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!
I've been a woman for a little over 50 years and have gotten over my initial astonishment. As for conducting an orchestra, that's a job where I don't think sex plays much part.
You see an awful lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.
They talk about a woman's sphere, as though it had a limit. There's not a place in earth or heaven. There's not a task to mankind given... without a woman in it.
For my part I distrust all generalizations about women, favorable and unfavorable, masculine and feminine, ancient and modern; all alike, I should say, result from paucity of experience.
He shall have chariots easier than air, That I will have invented; . . . And thyself, That art the messenger, shalt ride before him On a horse cut out of an entire diamond. That shall be made to go with golden wheels, I know not how yet.
The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.
Alas! to seize the moment When the heart inclines to heart, And press a suit with passion, Is not a woman's part. If man come not to gather The roses where they stand, They fade among their foliage, They cannot seek his hand.
Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't! On blithe Yuletide when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't! Maggie coost her head fu' high, Looked asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh: Ha, ha! the wooing o't!
And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair.
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.
Some are soon bagg'd but some reject three dozen. 'Tis fine to see them scattering refusals And wild dismay, o'er every angry cousin (Friends of the party) who begin accusals, Such as--"Unless Miss (Blank) meant to have chosen Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals To his billets? Why waltz with him? Why, I pray, Look yes least night, and yet say No to-day?"
'Tis enough-- Who listens once will listen twice; Her heart be sure is not of ice, And one refusal no rebuff.
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.
Words, as a Tartar's bow, do not shoot back upon the understanding of the wisest, and mightily entangle and pervert the judgment.
'Tis a word that's quickly spoken, Which being unrestrained, a heart is broken.