Question the motives of anyone who says "Would I lie to you?" They probably are.
"Are you coming to my little party?", whispered the Duchess, "I have something I'd like to show you."
"You dirty rat, you killed my brudda" hissed the Cagney impersonator, and the audience bood loudly. If only we could boo more at politicians.
Politicians have the ability to foretell what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year. And to have the ability afterward to explain why it didn't happen.
"Happen I might", said Gloria with a maliciously mischevious twinkle in her eyes.
Thus ended Alf's promising career.
Career best, 57 for 5, and never bowled a maiden over. Or so they say.
say... have you ever heard of a bee not buzzing?
Buzzing doesn't come from a dead bee or a bee which is asleep. Otherwise mostly they buzz, I think.
think about how much you hate some one. think about why. an dnow go start an argument between you and that person.
Person, even more than a thing, has to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Anyone with a modicum of sense would not leave Dutchy with a word like person to have to start with. It's an imposition on one who lives down under.
Under the weather or not, spendius's splendid summary today, makes one realise what he truly is, a genius.
Genius is a much misued word. I knew a farmer's girl who everybody said had a genius for potting the pink in the corner pocket with no hands.
Hands flipped up in the air in mock exasperation, she asked herself, for the hundredth time "Why, oh why do I read this inane waffling?" That sink, with all its dirty dishes, looks more appealling by the moment.
Moment by moment, living intensely in the present, has always been my primary mode of being. I tend not to look back very much, and I do not excessively focus on the future. What will be, will be, and I try to make the most of the here and now.
Now hear this, yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present.
Present at the party were Nellie, Carol and Betty. Nothing else needs be known, nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more.
More and more, I feel I would like to spend part of my life living in another country.
Country wear, to me, consists of a drizabone jacket and trousers, walking boots, shooting stick and a monocle.
"Monocle?" she said, " That things so small, you'd be better off with a Scanning Electron Microscope!
