Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘rose’

20110703

In aphorism, proverb on 20110704 at 10:20

The fool prematurely kills off the sickly plant that simply needed pruning, watering, and nurturing.

The fool sooner pulls a seedling than waters it, fearing it a weed and too impatient to find it a rose.

Prune the rose bush back to the ground, and watch her grow back stronger and more beautiful yet.

To avenge is to have mercy on; to ignore is to torture.

A mountain without a valley is but an elevated plain.

A mountain is born of its valley.

Remove choice from others and bear responsibility alone.

A single grain of sand weathers the beating of the entire ocean.

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20110224

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20110224 at 11:50

Fear finds the able man lame.

Mankind is not born with equal ability, but without equal opportunity, true ability is never to be.

Life bears only the rules we impose on it.

Silence is often, not a slight, but a stall.

One needn’t give up sight of the pear to savor the peach.

The distant rose bears no thorns; but neither is her scent to be savored.

The curse of the woman is simply thus: if a she is to truly know a man, she must sacrifice her flesh that he might share his mind.

Great is the leader who can unite foes, not in purpose, but in recognizing similarity, extending fellowship, and furthering understanding.

Make-believe in childhood makes belief in adulthood.

20091206

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20091206 at 17:16

A cake in the oven follows its own time.

We may best understand who we are, simply by knowing who we are not.

《the rose》
The rose from a stranger distant is forgotten.
The rose from a lover near is held dear.
The rose from an admirer unnamed is held forever.

20090305

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20090305 at 12:50

A pearl is tied at two ends.

The pearl tied at one end only is a pearl lost.

《her words》
She spoke with sentences strung together
like pearls, bound as though one;
like a vine of prose, spruced with poetic foliage;
like a rose, dotted with thorns.

20080915

In aphorism, proverb on 20080915 at 00:56

A rose bears thorns before it blooms.

There’s nothing quite like singing, humming, or whistling to cure the blues.

A belief exists not because it presents the truth, but because it has the power to represent an unknown as the truth.

Compassion is another word for tolerance.