Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘word’

20160814

In aphorism, proverb on 20160814 at 23:55

When a spoiled mood makes for sour words, silence is more fruitful.

A hypocrite is /not. 

The fool know not the extent of their reach. The wise know the extent of their impact. 

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20121024

In aphorism, proverb, question, quote, rumination on 20121024 at 23:57

To screw the system so as to save yourself, or to screw yourself so as to save the system? Says 91+ years of wisdom, without hesitation, “Screw the system [and save yourself.” For a broken system is not often a system worth saving, and by saving yourself, you will more importantly reinvent the system anew. Lo, the system worth saving may ask for your sacrifice, but never to screw yourself. Not ever.

Condone a system or create a system.

Words of wisdom are easier philosophized than realized.

It isn’t for fear of the unknown that we fear death, it is for fear of losing the present that we fear not living.

The Uneducated and the Ignorant are beasts of two different orders.

Order ranks below class.

Constructive criticism is a compliment to the wise, a complaint to the fool.

20120510

In aphorism, proverb on 20120510 at 23:57

The fool’s truth is not truth.

Trust takes time.

Trajectory with misdirection, is a truth twisted.

The fool share their trash, hide their treasures.

Exclusion will betray you in time; inclusion is loyal, now and forever, to you and to all.

Priorities are more than hopeful words, they are actions, our past actions. In the history of our beings, can we view our priorities.

20120202

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20120202 at 14:23

In ‘heart’ is the word ‘hear’, because to have a heart, one must listen.

Always search / never settle.

20111012

In rumination, tale on 20111012 at 13:14

《Sink or Swim》

This is the story of how a child, a boat, a voice, and a choice found each other:

On some days, the sun shines and the wind blows.

It is on these days that boats float and children dream.

On the breath of the wind, billowing white clouds moved with silent excitement across blue skies and gazed deeply over still blue waters.

Far down below, a Child found a boat, and soon found herself afloat in the boat. But for shame, as the child would soon also find herself in a boat with a leak.

The stillness of the water slowly, but surely, greeted the shell with its silent entrance.

And so the Child did what only the Child could do, and that was to lift the water out again to the expanse of the blue.

Stymied, the Child thought, “I just wanted to go for a sail, but instead, I find myself with water to bail.”

A Voice said to the child, “It seems that would make you a plumber, not a sailor.”

The truth in these words so captivated the Child’s mind that the Child didn’t stop to question from where the voice came, but continued moving the water.

With a sigh, the Child replied, “‘Tis true -but I haven’t a choice, have I? I can only hope to stay afloat. How can I even dream of sailing this boat?”

“Oh, but you do and you can!” said the Voice. “You do have the choice to go overboard or to give up your dream. But, either way, you must abandon the naiveté with which you first boarded this boat.”

In silence, the child continued to empty the water from the proa back into the blue.

“Shall you jump ship and learn to swim? Or shall you give up your dream?”

The Voice waited.

The rhythmic sound of water leaving the boat ceased.

The Child peered into the water, leaning over the edge of the boat. And for the first time, the Child caught sight of her own face in the undulating mirror.

But in doing so, the Child had rocked the boat, to the point that more water threatened to claim its whole. And without thinking, the Child quickly returned to the center of the boat, seeking balance and stability.

The rocking slowed, and the Child at last spoke. “I must lead with my brain, but I must also follow my heart.”

Splash! The boat rocked once more.

And the silence that ensued was followed only by a ripple so large that spread so far, that its waves reached well beyond the limits of her shore.

20110903

In aphorism, proverb on 20110903 at 15:42

Words are healing; writing is healthy.

20110807

In aphorism, proverb on 20110807 at 20:54

Indecision is a decision.

Action speaks louder than words; lack of action, even louder.

“will let go” is but “to let go”; the future is but the infinitive.
“let go” is but “letting go”; the past tense is but the present continuous.

A fool drops what the wise let go.

20110718

In aphorism, proverb on 20110718 at 19:44

In the eye of every storm, seek peace.

When not in Rome, do not as the Roman.

Bite the tongue, bide the time.

Even the hero is not without hamartia.

Only the pauper envies the prince.

Behavior mimics example: a riposte to amplify, neutralize, or diminish.

A writer is one who composes words.
A good writer is one who composes words of influence.
A great writer is one who composes beautiful words of influence.

The wise give all but up.

20110330

In tale on 20110330 at 20:49

《infinity》
She read the page, not the words.

She read the absence of words -the space between the written word.

The ink was too finite for her mind; she was drawn into the infiniteness of the abstraction that was space -the very space filling the cavity between the cracks of ink that penetrated the paper, but could not exploit its potential.

20110301

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20110301 at 20:15

To satisfy an urge is elementary; to create desire is the grail.

To meet demand is rudimentary; to create demand is legendary.

A confession made to another is not without an admission made first to the self.

Words read, speak to the imagination;
Thoughts spoken, touch the heart;
Feelings expressed, define the voice.

An epiphany is a revelation of sight to the seeking.

The opposite of fragrant is not foul, but insipid.

A stone is but a jewel’s throw away; a jewel is but a stone’s throw away.

The fool keep the stone and so lose the jewel.

Covetous is cowardice.

A star shines despite the hour or the audience.

The heart transcends
a thousand places, lo, the feet occupy
but one.

The quantifiable may be counted, but lack opposites; the qualifiable possess opposites, but are not to be counted.