Quotes
Quotes about Tea
Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace. -Vernon Baker.
When the future hinges on the next words that are said, don't let logic interfere, believe your heart instead. . -Philip Robison.
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. -Psalms 90:10.
Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
The foolish ofttimes teach the wise: I strain too much this string of life, belike, Meaning to make such music as shall save. Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth, My strength is waned now that my need is most; Would that I had such help as man must have, For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
You cannot teach a man anything; you can only help him find it within himself.
I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I think, that history is philosophy teaching by examples.
History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives.
That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that History has to teach.
History teaches us that whenever a weak and ignorant people possess a thing which a strong and enlightened people want, it must be yielded up peaceably.
History knows no resting place and no plateaus.
I once asked my history teacher how we were expected to learn anything useful from his subject, when it seemed to me to be nothing but a monotonous and sordid succession of robber baron scumbags devoid of any admirable human qualities. I failed history.
I always try to balance the light with the heavy - a few tears of human spirit in with the sequins and the fringes.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
If Cleveland Indians' Wahoo is racist are not also Boston Celtics? naming a team for only part of the city?
Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor. There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice Proposing with the Prince and Claudio. Whisper her ear and tell her, I and Ursley Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse Is all of her. Say that thou overheard'st us; And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter--like favorites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it. There will she hide her To listen our propose. This is thy office. Bear thee well in it and leave us alone.
Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.
The important thing about women today is, as they get older, they still keep house. It's one reason why they don't die, but men die when they retire. Women just polish the teacups.
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. 'Oh, no,' I said, 'Disneyland burned down.' He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.
Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.
If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like 'Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!' and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, 'That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice.' Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice.
Humor must not professedly teach and it must not professedly preach, but it must do both if it would live forever.
The belly is the teacher of art and the bestower of genius. [Lat., Magister artis ingeniique largitor venter.]
