Oddjams

These are some of the Quotations and Verses that I had collected over the years

To watch the corn grow and the blossom set; to draw hard breath over the plough and the spade; to read, to think, to love, to pray – these are the things that make men happy.

- Ruskin.

- Dr. Samuel Johnson.

To be happy at home is the result of every ambition.

- Dr. Samuel Johnson.

You can tell happy people by the readiness of children to smile at them.

- Franklin Roosevelt.

- Thomas Paine

Giving a name, indeed is a poetic art; all poetry, if we go to that with it, is but a giving of names.

- Carlyle.

No livery is so becoming as old age, and no lace as handsome as silver hair.

- Thackeray.

Ride at the fence in faith and good cheer, you will clear it.

- Churchill.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases the great ones, just as the wind blows out a candle but fans a fire.

- La Rochefauld.

Most women set out to change a man, and when they have changed him they do not like him.

- Marlene Dietrich.

When I walk with you, I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.

- Thackeray.

He liked to like people, therefore people liked him.

- Mark Twain.

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry along as if nothing had happened.

- Churchill.

If you lose in love – whatever manner – the pain is deep and lasting. But personally I subscribe to the old theory of getting back on the horse after the fall. There should always be a next in life – a next cat, a next dog or husband or whatever. There are too many joys you forgo by being so niggardly in love, so afraid to be hurt.

- Vivian Crishl.

There’s one thing about baldness, its neat.

- Don Herald.

Do you know the difference between a beautiful woman and a charming one? A beauty is a woman you notice, a charmer is one who notices you.

 - Adlai Stevenson.

Wise men talk because they have something to say, fools because they have to say something.

- Plato

The Declaration of Independence says that all men arecreated equal. But many people never see it black and white.

- Anon

The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, and the rest willing to let them.

Give me your tears; your laughter I have known, / Blithe as a singing bird that takes to the sky: / But all your sorrows are and hid; / As if revealed would cause you shame thereby. / Your troubles are my own and who but I / Should ease your heart and stem the tears you shed. / Is not a sorrow shared a sorrow halved. / Are not the tenderest words “Be comforted”.

- Margaret C. Gibbons.

Is there aught so dear to me / That I cannot share with thee? / In the casket of my heart, / Do I hide from thee a part?

All my treasures now I pour / At thy feet for evermore. / Love and life and will are thine. / I am rich if thou art mine. 

- (Mrs.) Tha Sein, My Maths Teacher, In My Autograph

I’d like to be the star outside your window, / The lucky chair that holds you every night. / The coffee pot you warm up every morning. / I’d even like to be, the apple that you bite.

 And if you need someone to talk with, / I’d like to be the little voice inside. / And if you ever have a heartache, /I want to be the tear, you hide.

 I’d like to be the record on your phonograph, / The melody that haunts you day and night. / And when you’re old enough to want to marry, / I’d like to be the one who steals your heart away.

- I Don't Know Where I Got It From

A robin red breast in a cage / Puts all heaven I a rage. / A skylark wounded on the wing / Doth make a cherub cease to sing. / He who shall hurt a little wren, / Shall never be beloved of men.

- Source Not Known

If I forget, / The salt creek may forget the ocean; / If I forget - The heart that whence flowed my hearts’ bright motion, / May I sink meanlier than the worst, /  Abandoned, outcast, crushed, accurst – / If I forget.

                        Though you forget, / No word of mine shall mar your pleasure; / Though you forget – / You filled my barren life with pleasure; / You may withdraw the gift you gave / You still are queen, I still am slave / Though you forget.               

- From Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy

Tis sweet to him who all the week, / Through city crowds must push his way. / To stroll alone thru fields and woods, /And hallow thus the Sabbath day.

 - Coleridge.

March took the broom and swept the last of winter’s snow away. / Then April came with sun and shower to make the meadows gay. / She freshened all the faded hills, / Then wrung the clouds to dry, / And hung a brand new rainbow in the windows of the sky.

 - Grenville.

Where can a man buy a cap for his knee? / Or a key for a lock of his hair? / Can your eyes be called an academy? / Because there are pupils there? / In the crown of your head what jewels are found? / Who crosses the bridge of your nose? / Could you use in shingling the roof of your mouth? / The nails on the end of your toes? / Could the crook in your elbow be sent to jail? / How can you sharpen your shoulder blades? / Could you sit in the shade of the palm of your hand? / Or beat the drum of your ear? / Does the calf of your leg eat the corn on your toe? / Then why grow corn on the ear?

- Source Not Known

My heart is like a little lake, / Sun kissed and laughing in the light. / With full brimmed banks, whose rushes shake, / With mirthful murmurs day and night; / Whose breeze-blown waters low before / To lap the wild and wooded shore / With little gurgles of delight.

So may my soul, when days are gray, / Reflect the smile of God and men, / Though sorrow may upstir the day / By waters wide of lake and fern. / So may I face the winds of fate / With joyous faith articulate, / And ripple into laughter then.

- Viola Meakin.

The recipe of a Hindu god who created woman is as follows:

“Take the lightness of the leaf, the glance of the fawn, the gaiety of the sun’s rays and the tears of the mist; the inconstancy of the wind and the timidity of the hare; the vanity of the peacock and the softness of the down on its throat. Add the harshness of the diamond, the sweet flavour of honey, the cruelty of a tiger, the warmth of fire and the chill of snow; the chatter of the jay and the cooing of the turtle dove. Melt and mingle these ingredients and woman is the result.”

- Source Not Known