Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘friend’

20160613

In bon mot, question on 20160613 at 23:55

Why do geologists make great friends? They are masters of the plutonic relationship.

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20120426

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20120426 at 13:17

A friend is not one who shoulders your burden, but rather accompanies you on your journey.

The fool trust no one. The wise trust everyone.

Prison orange looks good on anyone.

《grounded by flight》
When all the birds have been leashed
like an inverted mobile in our hands,
will we pause to see our blindness
that it is ours, whose hands are tied.

20110928

In aphorism on 20110928 at 23:26

The fool tempt a rabbit with the worm and a fish with the carrot.

Let our tongues act as the filters that let only praise and positivity fall upon the ears of others.

Think on your blessings, and your tongue will know only praises.

The mind is mightier than a million missiles.

Know loneliness, not without first knowing friendship.

20110707

In aphorism, chinese, proverb on 20110707 at 09:03

A postcard is as the moon of the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival, uniting friends afar.

Self be wise; make fool only without truth. [top 8 words from this blog, on this day]

The sun shines on, amidst sweat, tears, and blood.

No sooner does the sun set, does the sun rise again.

20101207

In aphorism, haiku, poetry, proverb on 20101207 at 23:36

Judge only those with whom you can empathize.

Tomorrow will not feed the hunger of today.

Worry only of today’s hunger, and tomorrow will feed itself.

If one follows their gut, they will always have guts.

When information is framed, only education is tied, only knowledge sentenced, only wisdom slain.

Excuse befits the guilty; truth befits the innocent.

Hold a man to his capacity to err, and he will fail; hold the same man to his level of ability, and he will succeed.

When the Future quarrels with the Present, only the Past has the last word.

Complaining differs from venting, in that, it is with ability and without action to resolve the matter.

To be a friend, one must not lend a shoulder to lighten the burden, only lend an ear to lessen the brooding.

An omelette is not made by wishing for eggs.

Brilliant words only after brilliant eyes and brilliant ears.

《the night》
the night is a fickle lover
longing and lingering and
leaving me to morn.

《couth》
If one articulates
In triplets, would you say
one is high couth?

20100105

In aphorism, proverb on 20100105 at 15:07

A fool before God is a fool after God.

Confidence is not a fair weather friend.

The summer still exists, though the snow falls with certainty.

A boy walks in a man’s shadow.

20091110

In aphorism, proverb, rumination, tale on 20091111 at 01:28

In a land far away, in a time long ago, there was a man who had enough and had he not just enough, but to excess had he. His hours were long, his toils sincere, and his earnings quite dear. He ate well, he lived well, and he slept well. For this was a man with enough to spare and did he, with others share. For this, he was well regarded by his brethren, kin and neighbor, too. Even his foes kept a fond distance, for they were few and their character untrue, with only the cowardice of envy to spare. And so, the man slept well and he lived well.

It was common in those times, as in times now, for like to live by like. And so it happened that in a dwelling nearby lived a second man, well to do as he was. This man, too, had more than enough, enough even to excess. He ate well and he lived well, but he did not sleep well. Though his hours were likewise long, his toils were not sincere. The wind hums in question, how were his earnings dear? With cunning and not without conniving, this second man pondered and plotted his hours away. He left his toils to others near, that they may have reason not to stray. And stray they did not, their fear keeping them near. His foes were neither few and ever nearer they drew. Respect for this man fell away; in its place, stood only their contempt. And so, the second man, though he lived seemingly well, did not sleep so well.

It was true in those times, as in times now, that where a mountain stands tall, a valley lays nearby. And so it were that a third man lived not so far from the first and second men. But though he ate well enough, he did not live well and he did not sleep well. His toils were many and his hours even more. And whilst he would utter not such words, it was for the second man that he toiled so. Neither foe had he, nor friends with which to be. His hours filled with anger true and one part angst, and toil alone did he. And so, the third man did not sleep well, because he did not live well.

It was inevitable in those days, as in days of now, that where the sun shines upon a tree, never the land below is a golden ray to see. And so there was a fourth man, who served below all the others. Of excess and its meaning he understood not, knowing it to be a thing only that he lacked. His toil was not much, his time of rest neither more. For his hours were long and he never knew when, if, it would end. Foes he had not; for nothing did they fear nor more was there to envy dear. Friends were likewise few, too afraid of filth to stand even near. He ate not well, and by no man’s standard did he live well. But he did sleep well. With little to weigh him down and not a regret to hold him back, only the night was his friend, ever to return and always to keep him until the morn. And so, the fourth man did not live well, but he slept so very well.

With a heavy heart do we toil away what otherwise would we idle, or with light heart shall we rest when the day has met its end and bids farewell the eve.

This story of four men is but a tale of two: two ways to eat, two ways to sleep, and keeping true –there are but two ways to live.

20090719

In rumination on 20090719 at 07:47

《on fear》

Fear is my foe, my fatal flaw, unforgiveable.

And yet it is my most patient friend, most loyal indeed, never to leave, only to disappear, from view, but ever and always near. It is not oppressive as others may say, nor is it imposing as you might believe. But its mere presence is enough to render rationale undone, to allow the imagination to run free, to see the light as if without capacity to refract itself, from the blinding light into an array of colors soon in sight. Fear is not a being, nor an object. It is is hardly even a state, of which -for lack of better description, and more truly, understanding, I only begin to thus quantify. And it is here, as I write, that I shape what is the thing, so called fear, and more impressively, create the perception of a reality, but one reality, so called fear.

20090329

In aphorism, proverb on 20090329 at 11:25

A friend may have a slip of the tongue, but never a slip of the heart.

A still fly is a dead fly.

Many ills are accomplished while good will is promised, in the name of religion.

20081122

In aphorism, proverb on 20081122 at 16:21

A feast finds friends, but a famine finds foes.

The fearful act in a panic and credit prudence.

Mastery, not before understanding.