Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Still desiring, we live without hope. [It., Senza speme vivemo in desio.]
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .
There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.
Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.
When the heart is enlivened again, it feels like the sun coming out after a week of rainy days. There is hope in the heart that chases the clouds away. Hope is a higher heart frequency and as you begin to reconnect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. It becomes a matter of how soon you want the sun to shine. Listening to the still, small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality. Sara Paddison, The Hidden Power of the Heart Hope is a higher heart frequency, and as you begin to re-connect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. Listening to the still small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality. Benjamin Franklin, preface, Poor Richard's Almanac, 1758 He that lives upon hope will die fasting. -Sara Paddison.
Hope" is the thing with feathers- that perches in the soul... -Emily Dickenson.
Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good, 'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth; For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.
His neck is high and erect, his head replete with intelligence, his belly short, his back full, and his proud chest swells with hard muscles. [Lat., Ardua cervix, Argumtumque caput, brevis alvos, obessaque terga, Luxuriatque toris animosum pectus.]
Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another; Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord; Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer; Distributing to the necessity of saints; given to hospitality.
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths Where highways never ran,-- But let me live by the side of the road, And be a friend to man.
He kept no Christmas-house for once a yeere, Each day his boards were fild with Lordly fare; He fed a rout of yeoman with his cheer, Nor was his bread and beefe kept in with care; His wine and beere to strangers were not spare, And yet beside to all that hunger greved, His gates were open, and they were there relived.
For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
Hospitality sitting with gladness.
So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
I am your host. With robber's hands in my hospitable favors You should not ruffle thus.
One of the most difficult things to contend with in a hospital is the assumption on the part of the staff that because you have lost your gall bladder you have also lost your mind.
A trip to the hospital is always a descent into the macabre. I have never trusted a place with shiny floors.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind: So flewed, so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each.
To be a housewife is to be a member of a very peculiar occupation, one with characteristics like no other. The nature of the duties to be performed, the method of payment, the form of supervision, the tenure system, the "market" in which the "workers" find "jobs," and the physical hazzards are all very different from the way things are in other occupations.
The average man has a carefully cultivated ignorance about household matters--from what to do with the crumbs to the grocer's telephone number--a sort of cheerful inefficiency which protects him.
The worst thing about work in the house or home is that whatever you do it is destroyed, laid waste or eaten within twenty-four hours.
