…and remember to bury the bodies of the rest.
Yep. For instance if they say they’d love to spend time with you but they have to work…well, maybe they truly do want to spend time with you or maybe not, but either way the end result is still that they’re at work, not with you, and that persists. Until and unless it doesn’t. Then they can regret it on their death bed. But if a miraculous cure materializes you’ll probably find them back at work.
If you loan a friend $20 and never see either of them again, it was probably worth it.
You can’t reason with an unreasonable person.
You can pretend to care, but you can’t pretend to show up.
Yep. Especially if they say, “I don’t deserve you.”
To my inner psychosomatic self:
Be careful about reading medical books. You may die of a misprint. ~Mark Twain
That’s gonna feel good when it quits hurting.
Another Handy-ism (paraphrasing): The elderly are a lot like Slinkys: it’s so much fun to push them down the stairs.
We may need to start another thread for these “Two kinds of people…” bits…
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who listen, and those who wait for their turn to speak.
Arguing with the weather only makes you wetter
One raindrop raises the sea
I knew someone who stated this indirectly as “Remember, there are seven flavors of Jello.”
Wikipedia lists many more, but I only see a few flavors at my store:
There’s always room for Jell-O.
Or cello.
We don’t need to be pushed. We’re very capable of falling on our own.
The way I heard it was, “Hey, you’re the one humping this goat. I’m just holding the horns.”
Obviously a phrase that lends itself to many different incarnations.
The corniest aphorism that I’ve come to live by: It is what it is.
From my grandma-
“Beauty’s only skin deep, but ugly’s to the bone!”
I quoted my mother recently somewhere on the board. Response to a useless apology:
“Sorry doesn’t feed the admiral’s cat.”
TANSTAAFL (although there may be free beer)
Never stick your dick in the crazy.
Sure, right now he’s hot, but he’s an asshole. In 20 years, he won’t be hot anymore, but he’ll still be an asshole.
It is also true that, “It isn’t what it isn’t.” That covers more ground than, “It is what it is.”
Did he write another book other than The Little Prince?
Huh.
A condescending one of my father’s that I always hated:
“if you want it done right, you have to do it yourself”
In addition to that one, I’ve read Flight To Arras, Wind, Sand, And Stars, and Wartime Writings (published posthumously). I may have read Night Flight, but I don’t remember.