Khud ko Unki chahat ka Haqdar Samajh Bethey

Wo Hanss Kar Mily Hum Pyar Samajh Bethey,

Faqat Ulfat Ko Hi Izhar Samajh Bethey,
Itni Achi To Na Thi Qismat Humari,

Khud Ko UnKi Chahat Ka Haqdaar Samajh Bethey.

Zindgi ki Asal Khoobsurti ye nahi

"Zndgi ki Asal khoobsurti
ye nahin k tum kitne khush ho,
balke zindgi ki asal khoobsurti
to ye h k doosre tum se kitna khush hain"
Imam ALI (a.s)

Bari shidat se koshish kar rha hon

Badi shidat se koshish kar raha hoon
ab mein tumhe bhulne ki,

Kabhi bahut dil se duaa karta tha
tumhe apna banane ki.

Chahat he kisi ki chahat pany ki

Chahat hai kisi ki chahat pane ki,
Chahat hai chahat ko azmane ki,
Woh chahe hame chahe na chane par chahat hai,
Unki chahat me mit jane ki.

Bewafa hai dunya kisi ka aitbar na kro

Bewafa hai dunia kisi ka aitbaar na karo,
har pal dete hai dhoka kisi se pyar na karo,

mit jao beshaq tanha ji kar,
par kisi ke sath ka intzaar na karo

Aasman k tary aksar

Aasman ke tare aksar pucha karte hain,
kiya tumhe ab bhi intezar hain uske laut aane ka?

aur dil muskura ke kehta hain..
mujhe to ab bhi yakeen nahi uske jaaney ka!

(Mery Ban Jao)

2 Line Urdu Poetry For Your First Love

If you want to see for most outstanding 2 Lines Love Urdu poetry for WhatsApp or Facebook then just a look at the here awesome collection. This Urdu 2 line poetry collection is definitely unique and excellent. Urdu poetry is almost read by everyone also when you want to update your facebook status you can't present a status each time. Or when you want to share some good lines of Urdu poetry so it's not easy to change it, into messages. So I hope you will like an image or message from this Urdu love poetry collection. If you like then don't forget to share them with your friends over.

2 Line Urdu Love Poetry

Aassman humse naaraz hai Taaron ka gussa behisaab hai
Wo sab humse jalte hai kyunki Chand se Bhi behtar aap humare pass hai.

Shikwa Mujhe Tumse Nahi Khuda se hai,
kya zarurat thi tumhe itna Khuobsurat banane ki.

Chahe To Azmale Mujhe Kisi Aur Se Zyada,
Meri Zindagi Mein Kuch Nahi Teri Mohabbat Se Zyada.

Ye Ishq ki inteha thi ya deewangi meri,
Har soorat me soorat teri Nazar aane lagi.

Suna h wo Mujhe bahut Chahta h,
Bas Ek Baar mein use Sunna Chahta Hu.

Itne manmaniyan ache nai hote
Tum sirf apne nai mere be ho

Mujh chahty be ho aur nazar andaz be kerte ho
Is fun e adakari me tera ustad kon hai

Urdu Sad Poetry Pics and SMS

Best collection of Urdu Sad Poetry Updated on this blog express your sadness with them. Share this post with your friends and stay visit this blog to get more best Sad Poetry Pics.

Kash K Ab K Bars Wo Yeh Keh Day .
Aao K Tanha Hoon Teri Tarha,
Tery Liye

DiL karta hai k Lipat jaon ROOH ban kar Tere Jisam se…..
* K jab Tum se Juda hon to Teri JAAN hi Nikal jaye

DiL karta hai k Lipat jaon ROOH ban kar Tere Jisam se…..
* K jab Tum se Juda hon to Teri JAAN hi Nikal jaye

Mujhy Qubool Hai Her Dard, Her Takleef Teri Chahat Me,,
Bas Itna Bata De Kiya Tujhy Meri Mohabbat Qubool Hai..?

Jin Ko Sath Nahi Dena Hota,
Wo Aksar Roothay Rehtay Hen..!

Seekh Nahi Paya Me Meethay Jhoot Ka Hunar,,
Kadway Sach Ny Kai Log Chheen Liye Mujh Se..!

Ab tak khabar na thi ke mohabbat gunnah hai,
Ab jaan kar gunaah kiye jaa raha hoon main..

Phata Purana Khawab Hai Mera..
Main, Tum, Aur sath Tumhara…

Bohat hi saada hai tu aur zamaana ayaar*,
Khuda kare tujhe sheher ki hawaa na lage

Bohat hi saada hai tu aur zamaana ayaar*,
Khuda kare tujhe sheher ki hawaa na lage

Tumhein Kya Weham Hay Kiun Raat Bhar Milnay Nahi Aatin
Aey Meri Neend Ki Pariyoon, Main Uss Ko Bhool Kar Khush Hoon

Dil Behlany K Liye Guftugu Krte Hain Loog Hum Se,,,”
“Maloom To Mujhy Bhi Hai K Hum Kisi ko Achay Nahi Lagte.

Urdu Sad Poetry Pics and SMS 2018

New Urdu poetry 2018 is a very sad collection of Urdu poetry with images and latest sad Urdu SMS. Share the best Urdu Sad Poetry Pics and SMS 2018.

Dhundla Rahey Hein Shehr K Jaltay Howey Charagh,
Aey Neend Aa Bhi Jaa, K Boht Raat Ho Chukki..!!

Lafzo’n k Daant Nahi Hoty, Par Kat’ty Hyn
Aur Kaat Lei’n Tou Phir Un k Zakhm Nahi Bharty

Wo Mayoosi kay Lamhon mein zara bhi Hosla deta
To Hum Kaghz ki Kashti pe Samnder mein Utar jatey.!

Mat De kisi ko Dua apni umar lagne ki “”
“SAQI”
Yahan aise log Bhi hain jo tere liye zinda hain!

Karlo raabta Jab Tak Hum Zinda Hain
Phir Mat Kehna Chalay Gaye Dil Mein Yadein Basa kar

Badalti Rutt Ki Wajah Se, Zra Bojhal Tabiyat Hay
Yun Mera Haal Mat Poocho, Main Uss Ko Bhool Kar Khush Hoon

Muskurany ki adat bhi kitni mehngi pari hum ko
Chor gaya wo ye soch kar k hum judai main b khush hain…

Yaadon ki aag thi ke khayalon ki chaandni,
Shab bhar mere makaan main ik roshni rahi..

Hum to tanhayon se tang akar dost banane nikle the
FARAZ…
Dost bhi aise mile k aur tanha kargay

Log Dilon mein jaga kaisey bana Letey hain
Hum t? unki Zuban pay apna Naam tk na La sakey…

Apny Buss Main Kar Laity Ho.
Uff Kitna Be-Bus Kar Daity Ho.

hum pasand to sub ko the
dost
per sirf zarorat ki tarah

Ameer Huay To Itnay K Sab Kuch Unhi Per Luta Bethay,
Ghareeb hUay To Is Qadr k wApis Unhi k Dar Per jA Bethay.

Milne ka Vaada Un k mou’n se to nikal gya…
Poochi Jaga to hans k kaha!
KHWAAB me..!!!

Us Na Khuda Ke Zulm-o Sitam Haye Kiya Karon
Kashti Meri Daboyi Hai Sahal Ke Aas Paas

Samandar mai fana hona to kismat ki kahani he,
Jo marte hen kinaron par mujhe dukh un pe hota he.

Us ne yeh soch kr alweda keh diya “Fraz”
K yeh ghareeb log hain Muhabbt k siwa kia dain ge?

Mein Ne Sadyon Guzarna Hai Tuje
Tu Mera Aakhri Zamana Hai

Mana k bura hun mgr itna bi ni hun
Kuch nazron se gira hun mgr itna bi ni hun

Kisi Se Juda Hona Agar Itna Asan Hota Faraz
Tu Jism Se Roh Ko Lene Kabi Farishte Nahi Aate

Zabat Bhi Sabar Bhi Imkaan Mein Sab Kuch Hai
Pehle Kam-Bakht Mera Dil Tu Mera Dil Ho Jaye

Interview with Trish Hopkinson About Her Chapbook Footnote

Footnote

Author: Trish Hopkinson

Publisher: Lithic Press
Publication date: 2017














Waiting Around by Trish Hopkinson
                         after "Walking Around" by Pablo Neruda

It so happens, I am tired of being a woman.
And it happens while I wait for my children to grow
into the burning licks of adulthood. The streaks
of summer sun have gone,

drained between gaps into gutters,
and the ink-smell of report cards and recipe boxes
cringes me into corners. Still I would be satisfied
if I could draw from language
the banquet of poets.

If I could salvage the space in time
for thought and collect it
like a souvenir. I can no longer
be timid and quiet, breathless

and withdrawn.
I can�t salve the silence.
I can�t be this vineyard
to be bottled, corked,
cellared, and shelved.

That�s why the year-end gapes with pointed teeth,
growls at my crow�s feet, and gravels into my throat.
It claws its way through the edges of an age
I never planned to reach

and diffuses my life into dullness�
workout rooms and nail salons,
bleach-white sheets on clotheslines,
and treacherous photographs of younger me
at barbecues and birthday parties.

I wait. I hold still in my form-fitting camouflage.
I put on my strong suit and war paint lipstick
and I gamble on what�s expected.
And what to become. And how
to behave: mother, wife, brave.


originally appeared in Voicemail Poems

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photo credit: Bonnie Shiffler-Olsen

Trish Hopkinson has always loved words�in fact, her mother tells everyone she was born with a pen in her hand. A Pushcart nominated poet, she has been published in several anthologies and journals, including Stirring, Pretty Owl Poetry, and Chagrin River Review; and her third chapbook is forthcoming from Lithic Press in 2017. Hopkinson is co-founder of a regional poetry group, Rock Canyon Poets, and Editor-in-Chief of the group�s annual poetry anthology entitled Orogeny. She is a product director by profession and resides in Utah with her handsome husband and their two outstanding children. You can follow Hopkinson on her blog where she shares information on how to write, publish, and participate in the greater poetry community at http://trishhopkinson.com/.

Author Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/trishhopkinsonpoet/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/trishhopkinson

Author blog: http://trishhopkinson.com/

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While Trish Hopkinson and I have not met in real life, we are involved in a number online communities together. I'm glad I had the chance to interview her about her most recent collection.

�Nancy Chen Long

[This interview was originally published on my blog.]

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Please tell us a little bit about Footnote.

TH: Footnote is my first official chapbook published by a real press! It�s a collection of response poems as homage to some of my favorite artists. Most of the poems have been published in literary magazines over the last few years, and I�m honored to have them all put together in such a striking way by Lithic Press.



How did you arrive at the title?

TH: Originally, the title was the same as the final poem �Footnote to a Footnote.� When Lithic began working on a design for the cover, they suggested simply Footnote, which was perfect, since each poem in the collection indeed includes a footnote in reference to the original artwork that inspired the poem.



You mentioned that your chapbook contains response poems�poems inspired by other artists, whether poets, writers, or filmmakers. When you brought up �by other artists,� the first thing I thought of was ekphrastic poetry. While the common understanding of ekphrasis is poetry in response to visual art, in a 2008 essay �Notes on Ekphrasis� by Alfred Corn, he mentions that poetry in response to �works of music, cinema, or choreography might also qualify as instances of ekphrasis.� Do you consider some of the poems in Footnote to be ekphrastic?

TH: While I think that most of these poems are closer to the tradition of response poetry or found poetry, in which poems are written to respond to another text or artist�s work, I do think some of these poems are ekphrastic, specifically the poems in response to films. For example, �From Her to Eternity� is a poem that encompasses not only the story of the Win Wenders and Peter Handke�s film Wings of Desire but its origins in Rilke�s Duino Elegies�and even the soundtrack, with lyrics from Nick Cave and the Bad Seed�s song as the title of the poem. There�s definitely some gray area within all of these definitions.



Tell us a bit about your writing process in forming a response. What techniques did you use? For example, did you write replies to a poem in a call and response sort of way, use a part of the poem as an epigraph, imitate or echo the forms of a poem, etc. �Waiting Around,� the poem at the beginning of this interview, is after Pablo Neruda. Tell us a bit about how the poem is �after� Neruda.

TH: �Waiting Around� is a great example of one way to approach response poetry. One way to respond to a poem is to write your own version from a different perspective, line by line or stanza by stanza. For �Waiting Around,� I responded line by line to Neruda�s poem �Walking Around� using a female speaker, rather than the original male speaker. Another one of my favorite approaches to found poems is to take the original poem, reverse the order of the lines (the last line first, the first line last), and then do an erasure. This technique has a tendency to reverse the meaning from the original to something opposing within the newly created poem. I used this technique in �Reconstructed Happiness,� which is in response to �I am Waiting� by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. His original poem is quite somber, while the result of the erasure in reverse has an uplifting, empowering feel.



In a 2011 essay �Thinking Like an Editor: How to Order Your Poetry Manuscript,� April Ossmann writes �[T]he biggest mystery to emerging and sometimes even established poets is how to effectively order a poetry manuscript.� How did you order Footnote? Was it something you had in mind early in the writing process, for example or did you write the poems with a strategy in mind? What were some of your considerations?

TH: Honestly, I think selecting and ordering poems for a poetry book manuscript is the most challenging part of the process. These poems were written over a few years, and after teaching a community poetry writing workshop on response poetry, I realized I had quite a few response poems. So in this case, the collection was a surprise waiting for me in already completed work. I gathered them together, printed them out, and tried to order them in such a way that each poem connected in some way to the one that followed, while also paying attention to starting and ending with one of my favorite pieces. It never hurts to start strong and end strong. Once the collection was accepted by Lithic Press, there was some tweaking to the order to flow smoothly page wise (two-page poems on facing pages, etc.) and I swapped out a couple of the poems for stronger poems during the editing. It�s hardly an exact science, and the order of any collection will often be affected by the theme, style, variety of format, white space, and physical limitations of the book itself. I�ve ordered the poems for a few anthologies as Editor-in-Chief for Orogeny, and it�s interesting to see how poems from several different poets often connect into a final collection. That said, it�s never easy, but can be fun and surprising.



What is one of your favorite poems in the book, or one that is important to you? Why is it a favorite (or important)? How did it come to be?

TH: There are several poems in this collection that I love, mostly because they are a reflection of some other artwork that is important to me, but there is one that stands out and has a more personal meaning. �In a Room Made of Poetry� is a found poem based on the tradition of cento poetry and consists of several complete lines from Laura Hamblin�s book The Eyes of a Flounder. Hamblin is a dear friend and was one of my poetry professors during my undergrad at Utah Valley University. She introduced me to many of the poets featured in my book, including Neruda and Rilke, and her classes were where I learned so much about how to deeply appreciate not only the poetry of others, but other art as well. I was thrilled when Lithic chose a portion of this same poem as part of the cover design, which to me, became a dedication to her. The timing couldn�t have been better; she is retiring and teaching her last poetry class this summer when Footnote is being released.

In a Room Made of Poetry

Think how loss pulls language from us until
it swallows everything,
like undiagnosed cancer,
the accumulated past�
less eye, less mouth, less heart.
We had, not much�
thin coffee, thin socks. Here you can
wait, with desire, with
roots exposed
for an open womb. That heart-balm
as hope. The raw
bent�a bowl of fruit
in a language I never knew . . .
without tails, crosses of ts. The autonomous dot of a
blackness answers, There are only ifs.


Source: Hamblin, Laura. The Eyes of a Flounder.
(originally published in The Found Poetry Review: Issue 8)



Please tell us a bit about your use of found poetry in the chapbook.

TH: As a lover of all things words, found poetry is not just a way to respond to another text but it�s often word play as well. There are many different techniques that can be used to �find� a new poem in an existing text. I mentioned one above, erasure, which is also often referred to as �blackout poetry,� and even when doing an erasure, I often like to apply other methods to change it up a bit. Another fun approach is to sort the words by length and then create what�s called a �snowball� poem by ordering specifically selected words from shortest to longest. My poem �Strange Verses� employs this technique to create a set of reverse snowball poems from Alice�s Adventures in Wonderland. The result was pretty cool�I ended up with four columns/stanzas that can be read in many different directions and angles.



The Found Poetry Review has this quote by Anne Dillard about found poetry:

By entering a found text as a poem, the poet doubles its context. The original meaning remains intact, but now it swings between two poles. The poet adds, or at any rate increases, the element of delight. This is an urban, youthful, ironic, cruising kind of poetry. It serves up whole texts, or interrupted fragments of texts.

 In the found poems in the chapbook, did you find yourself �doubling� the original text�s context in one or more of them? If so how? If not, what relationship do you see between the original text and the poem(s)?

TH: I think so. The way I often describe this to others is as a �palimpsest,� in which the original text is erased/removed and a new text is written in its place while still leaving remnants of the original. In this sense, I think it is a form of doubling, or a way to contribute to the larger conversation in which we as writers participate. Response poetry is my way of communicating with both the original texts and the reader.

Sometimes, I nerd out on this whole poetry/writing thing a bit much and well, thinking through these responses resulted in my creation of this Venn diagram:

I imagine the topics that you responded to varied widely. Even so, did you find yourself coming back to the same handful of themes, despite what it was you were responding to? I�m thinking of writer obsessions, perhaps in grand themes like love or death, or even images or words. For example, I�ve discovered, to my surprise, that dust, particles, dots, and related sorts of things pop up frequently in my writing. Tony Hoagland, in his book Real Sofistikashun: Essays on Poetry and Craft (p82), wrote �In the work of a good poet, it is usually possible to discern one or two characteristic emotional zones in which he thrives: melancholy, rage, pity, vengeful rationality, seduction.� How did those obsessions reveal themselves to you? Did you find yourself surrendering to it? 

TH: Since this book was sort of a surprise collection based on the discovery that I tend to respond to other poets/art in my writing, the only other theme I think often emerges is one of feminism. I think that most of these poems reflect my feminist slant to poetry in general.

What was the final poem you wrote or significantly revised for the chapbook, and how did that affect your sense that the chapbook was complete?

Most of the poems were previously published and felt finished. One that still felt incomplete was a Plath response poem entitled �Daddies.� I have reworked and reformatted the poem several times and toward the end of the editing process, I dug in hard and finally was able to revise the poem into what I feel is a finished state. (At least for now.) Once I sent that poem off, it did feel like the final edits were complete and the book was ready to be sent to print


What are you working on now?

TH: I�m aiming toward a full-length collection someday, but I feel like I need much more material before pulling together a new collection. I�ve tried piecing a few different projects together with poems I�ve written in the last couple of years, and there�s just not a nice, organic set making itself visible to me. Ultimately, I need to write many more poems to help my next collection materialize. Other than that, I�m always working on my poetry blog, which has become such an important part of my interaction with the larger poetry community. My blog was also a surprise and started as just a way to keep track of poetry resources, submission calls, etc. I started sharing it on social media and found there was definitely a need. Since October of 2014, my blog following has continued to grow and I�ve been honored by the turn out! It�s been a pleasure to interact with fellow poets, writers, editors, artists, etc. who are all looking for an easy way to access and share information. Sometimes, the things we never intend to create become the greatest of gifts.

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Nancy Chen Long is a National Endowment of the Arts creative-writing fellow. She is the author of Light Into Bodies (Tampa University Press), which won the Tampa Review Prize for Poetry, and Clouds as Inkblots for the Warprone (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2013). You'll find her recent and forthcoming work in The Adroit Journal, Third Coast, The Southern Review, Ninth Letter, Alaska Quarterly Review, Pleiades, Zone 3, and elsewhere. Nancy received a BS in Electrical Engineering Technology and an MBA, worked as an electrical engineer, software consultant, and project manager, and more recently earned her MFA. As a volunteer for the local Writers Guild, she coordinates a reading series and works with other poets to offer poetry workshops. She lives in south-central Indiana and works at Indiana University.

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Love Poetry in Roman Urdu | Best Shayari for Lovers

Hona to wahi hai jo kismat me likha hai,

Lekin wo mere khuwab, mere khuwab, mere khuwab…..!

Mar kar bhi usko dekhte rehne ke shauq me,

Aankhen kisi ko apni, amanat me de gaye…

Rakhte hain jo log piyar ka jazba,

Wo log kabhi toot kar bikhra nahi karte.

Maloom thi mujhe teri majburiya magar,

Tere bagair neend na aayi tamaam raat…

Mere junoon ka nateeja zaroor nikle ga,

Isi siyaa samunder se noor nikle ga….

English Proverbs

English Proverbs

      What is a proverb?

A proverb is a short, pithy saying that expresses a traditionally held truth or piece of advice, based on common sense or experience.

Nothing defines a culture as distinctly as its language, and the element of language that best encapsulates a society's values and beliefs is its proverbs.

This graphic shows the words that are used in English proverbs, with the size of each word indicating how often it occurs.

No collection of proverbs in English would be complete without the proverbs collected and published by the Tudor courtier John Heywood.

As so many proverbs offer advice and uplift many of them are religious in origin, here's an additional list of biblical proverbs.

Here's a list of most of the commonly-used proverbs in the English language, with links to the meaning and origin of many of them.

A bad penny always turns up

A barking dog never bites

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

A cat may look at a king

A chain is only as strong as its weakest link

A change is as good as a rest

A dog is a man's best friend

A drowning man will clutch at a straw

A fish always rots from the head down

A fool and his money are soon parted

A friend in need is a friend indeed

A golden key can open any door

A good beginning makes a good ending

A good man is hard to find

A house divided against itself cannot stand

A person is known by the company he keeps

A house is not a home

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step

A leopard cannot change its spots

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing

A little learning is a dangerous thing

A little of what you fancy does you good

A man is known by his friends

A man who is his own lawyer has a fool for his client

A miss is as good as a mile

A new broom sweeps clean

A nod's as good as a wink to a blind horse

A penny saved is a penny earned

A picture paints a thousand words

A place for everything and everything in its place

A poor workman always blames his tools

A person is known by the company he keeps

A problem shared is a problem halved

A prophet is not recognized in his own land

A rising tide lifts all boats

A rolling stone gathers no moss

A soft answer turneth away wrath

A stitch in time saves nine

A swarm in May is worth a load of hay; a swarm in June is worth a silver spoon; but a swarm in July is not worth a fly

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

A trouble shared is a trouble halved

A volunteer is worth twenty pressed men

A watched pot never boils

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke

A woman's place is in the home

A woman's work is never done

A word to the wise is enough

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Absolute power corrupts absolutely

Accidents will happen (in the best-regulated families).

Actions speak louder than words

Adversity makes strange bedfellows

After a storm comes a calm

All good things come to he who waits

All good things must come to an end

All is grist that comes to the mill

All publicity is good publicity

All roads lead to Rome

All that glisters is not gold

All that glitters is not gold

All the world loves a lover

All things come to those who wait

All things must pass

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

All you need is love

All's fair in love and war

All's for the best in the best of all possible worlds

All's well that ends well

A miss is as good as a mile

An apple a day keeps the doctor away

An army marches on its stomach

An Englishman's home is his castle

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure

Another day, another dollar

Any port in a storm

Appearances can be deceptive

April is the cruellest month

April showers bring forth May flowers

As thick as thieves

As you make your bed, so you must lie upon it

As you sow so shall you reap

Ashes to ashes dust to dust

Ask a silly question and you'll get a silly answer

Ask no questions and hear no lies

Attack is the best form of defence

Bad money drives out good

Bad news travels fast

Barking dogs seldom bite

Be careful what you wish for

Beat swords into ploughshares

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Beauty is only skin deep

Beggars should not be choosers

Behind every great man there's a great woman

Better late than never

Better safe than sorry

Better the Devil you know than the Devil you don't

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all

Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness

Better to remain silent and be thought a fool that to speak and remove all doubt

Beware of Greeks bearing gifts

Beware the Ides of March

Big fish eat little fish

Birds of a feather flock together

Blessed are the peacemakers

Blood is thicker than water

Blue are the hills that are far away

Boys will be boys

Brevity is the soul of wit

Business before pleasure

Caesar's wife must be above suspicion

Carpe diem (Pluck the day; Seize the day)

Charity begins at home

Charity covers a multitude of sins

Cheaters never win and winners never cheat

Cheats never prosper

Children and fools tell the truth

Children should be seen and not heard

Christmas comes but once a year

Cleanliness is next to godliness

Clothes maketh the man

Cold hands, warm heart

Comparisons are odious

Count your blessings

Cowards may die many times before their death

Crime doesn't pay

Cut your coat to suit your cloth

Dead men tell no tales

Devil take the hindmost

Discretion is the better part of valour

Distance lends enchantment to the view

Do as I say, not as I do

Do as you would be done by

Do unto others as you would have them do to you

Don't bite the hand that feeds you

Don't burn your bridges behind you

Don't cast your pearls before swine

Don't change horses in midstream

Don't count your chickens before they are hatched

Don't cross the bridge till you come to it

Don't cut off your nose to spite your face

Don't get mad, get even

Don't keep a dog and bark yourself

Don't leave your manners on the doorstep

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let the cat out of the bag

Don't let the grass grow under your feet

Don't meet troubles half-way

Don't mix business with pleasure

Don't put all your eggs in one basket

Don't put the cart before the horse

Don't put new wine into old bottles

Don't rock the boat

Don't shoot the messenger

Don't spoil the ship for a ha'porth of tar

Don't shut the stable door after the horse has bolted

Don't sweat the small stuff

Don't throw pearls to swine

Don't teach your Grandma to suck eggs

Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater

Don't trust anyone over thirty

Don't try to run before you can walk

Don't try to walk before you can crawl

Don't upset the apple-cart

Don't wash your dirty linen in public

Doubt is the beginning not the end of wisdom

Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise

East is east, and west is west

East, west, home's best

Easy come, easy go

Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die

Empty vessels make the most noise

Enough is as good as a feast

Enough is enough

Even a worm will turn

Every cloud has a silver lining

Every dog has its day

Every little helps

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost

Every man has his price

Every picture tells a story

Every stick has two ends

Everyone wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die

Everything comes to him who waits

Failing to plan is planning to fail

Faint heart never won fair lady

Fair exchange is no robbery

Faith will move mountains

Familiarity breeds contempt

Feed a cold and starve a fever

Fight fire with fire

Fight the good fight

Finders keepers, losers weepers

Fine words butter no parsnips

First come, first served

First impressions are the most lasting

First things first

Fish always stink from the head down

Fish and guests smell after three days

Flattery will get you nowhere

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread

For everything there is a season

For want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the man was lost

Forewarned is forearmed

Forgive and forget

Fortune favours the brave

From the sublime to the ridiculous is only one step

Genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains

Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration

Give a man a fish and you will feed him for a day...

Give a dog a bad name and hang him

Give a man enough rope and he will hang himself

Give credit where credit is due

Give the Devil his due

Go the extra mile

God helps those who help themselves

Good fences make good neighbours

Good talk saves the food

Good things come in small packages

Good things come to those who wait

Great minds think alike

Half a loaf is better than no bread

Handsome is as handsome does

Hard cases make bad law

Hard work never did anyone any harm

Haste makes waste

He that goes a-borrowing, goes a-sorrowing

He who can does, he who cannot, teaches

He who fights and runs away, may live to fight another day

He who hesitates is lost

He who laughs last laughs longest

He who lives by the sword shall die by the sword

He who pays the piper calls the tune

He who sups with the Devil should have a long spoon

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Hindsight is always twenty-twenty

History repeats itself

Hold with the hare and run with the hounds - You can't

Home is where the heart is

Honesty is the best policy

Hope springs eternal

Horses for courses

If anything can go wrong, it will

If a job is worth doing it is worth doing well

If at first you don't succeed try, try and try again

If God had meant us to fly he'd have given us wings

If ifs and ands were pots and pans there'd be no work for tinkers

If it ain't broke, don't fix it

If life deals you lemons, make lemonade

If the cap fits, wear it

If the mountain won't come to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain

If the shoe fits, wear it

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride

If you build it they will come

If you can't be good, be careful

If you can't beat em, join em

If you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen

If you lie down with dogs, you will get up with fleas

If you pay peanuts, you get monkeys

If you want a thing done well, do it yourself

Ignorance is bliss

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

In for a penny, in for a pound

In the kingdom of the blind the one eyed man is king

In the midst of life we are in death

Into every life a little rain must fall

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

It goes without saying

It is best to be on the safe side

It is better to give than to receive

It is easy to be wise after the event

It never rains but it pours

It takes a thief to catch a thief

It takes all sorts to make a world

It takes one to know one

It takes two to tango

It's all grist to the mill

It's an ill wind that blows no one any good

It's better to give than to receive

It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all

It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness

It's better to travel hopefully than to arrive

It's never too late

It's no use crying over spilt milk

It's no use locking the stable door after the horse has bolted

It's the early bird that catches the worm

It's the empty can that makes the most noise

It's the singer not the song

It's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease

Jack of all trades, master of none

Judge not, that ye be not judged

Keep your chin up

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer

Keep your powder dry

Know which side your bread is buttered

Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone

Laughter is the best medicine

Least said, soonest mended

Less is more

Let bygones be bygones

Let not the sun go down on your wrath

Let sleeping dogs lie

Let the buyer beware

Let the dead bury the dead

Let the punishment fit the crime

Let well alone

Life begins at forty

Life is just a bowl of cherries

Life is what you make it

Life's not all beer and skittles

Lightning never strikes twice in the same place

Like father, like son

Little pitchers have big ears

Little strokes fell great oaks

Little things please little minds

Live and learn

Live for today for tomorrow never comes

Look before you leap

Love of money is the root of all evil

Love is blind

Love makes the world go round

Love thy neighbour as thyself

Love will find a way

Make hay while the sun shines

Make love not war

Man does not live by bread alone

Manners maketh man

Many a little makes a mickle

Many a mickle makes a muckle

Many a true word is spoken in jest

Many are called but few are chosen

Many hands make light work

March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb

March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers

Marriages are made in heaven

Marry in haste, repent at leisure

Might is right

Mighty oaks from little acorns grow

Misery loves company

Moderation in all things

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for its living,
And a child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

Money doesn't grow on trees

Money is the root of all evil

Money isn't everything

Money makes the world go round

Money talks

More haste, less speed

Music has charms to soothe the savage breast

Nature abhors a vacuum

Necessity is the mother of invention

Needs must when the devil drives

Ne'er cast a clout till May be out

Never give a sucker an even break

Never go to bed on an argument

Never judge a book by its cover

Never let the sun go down on your anger

Never look a gift horse in the mouth

Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today

Never speak ill of the dead

Never tell tales out of school

Nine tailors make a man

No man can serve two masters

No man is an island

No names, no pack-drill

No news is good news

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent

No pain, no gain

No rest for the wicked

Nothing new under the sun

Nothing is certain but death and taxes

Nothing succeeds like success

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Oil and water don't mix

Old soldiers never die, they just fade away

Once a thief, always a thief

Once bitten, twice shy

One good turn deserves another

One half of the world does not know how the other half lives

One hand washes the other

One man's meat is another man's poison

One might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb

One law for the rich and another for the poor

One swallow does not make a summer

One volunteer is worth ten pressed men

One year's seeding makes seven years weeding

Only fools and horses work

Opportunity never knocks twice at any man's door

Opposites attract

Out of sight, out of mind

Parsley seed goes nine times to the Devil

Patience is a virtue

Pearls of wisdom

Penny wise and pound foolish

People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones

Physician, heal thyself

Possession is nine points of the law

Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely

Practice makes perfect

Practice what you preach

Prevention is better than cure

Pride goes before a fall

Procrastination is the thief of time

Put your best foot forward

Quid pro quo

Rain before seven, fine before eleven

Red sky at night shepherd's delight; red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning

Revenge is a dish best served cold

Revenge is sweet

Rob Peter to pay Paul

Rome wasn't built in a day

See a pin and pick it up, all the day you'll have good luck; see a pin and let it lie, bad luck you'll have all day

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

Seeing is believing

Seek and ye shall find

Set a thief to catch a thief

Share and share alike

Shrouds have no pockets

Silence is golden

Slow but sure

Softly, softly, catchee monkey

Spare the rod and spoil the child

Speak as you find

Speak softly and carry a big stick

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me

Still waters run deep

Strike while the iron is hot

Stupid is as stupid does

Success has many fathers, while failure is an orphan

Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves

Talk is cheap

Talk of the Devil, and he is bound to appear

Tell the truth and shame the Devil

That which does not kill us makes us stronger

The age of miracles is past

The apple never falls far from the tree

The best defence is a good offence

The best is the enemy of the good

The best-laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley

The best things in life are free

The bigger, the better

The bigger they are, the harder they fall

The bottom line is the bottom line

The boy is father to the man

The bread always falls buttered side down

The child is the father of the man

The cobbler always wears the worst shoes

The course of true love never did run smooth

The customer is always right

The darkest hour is just before the dawn

The Devil makes work for idle hands to do

The Devil is in the details

The Devil looks after his own

The early bird catches the worm

The end justifies the means

The exception which proves the rule

The fat is in the fire

The female of the species is more deadly than the male

The fruit does not fall far from the tree

The good die young

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence

The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world

The husband is always the last to know

The labourer is worthy of his hire

The law is an ass

The leopard does not change his spots

The longest journey starts with a single step

The more the merrier

The more things change, the more they stay the same

The only good Indian is a dead Indian

The opera ain't over till the fat lady sings

The pen is mightier than sword

The price of liberty is eternal vigilance

The proof of the pudding is in the eating

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

The shoemaker's son always goes barefoot

The squeaking wheel gets the grease

The truth will out

The wages of sin is death

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach

The whole is greater than the sum of the parts

There are more ways of killing a cat than choking it with cream

There are none so blind as those, that will not see

There are two sides to every question

There but for the grace of God, go I

There's a time and a place for everything

There's an exception to every rule

There's always more fish in the sea

There's honour among thieves

There's many a good tune played on an old fiddle

There's many a slip 'twixt cup and lip

There's more than one way to skin a cat

There's no accounting for tastes

There's no fool like an old fool

There's no place like home

There's no smoke without fire

There's no such thing as a free lunch

There's no such thing as bad publicity

There's no time like the present

There's none so blind as those who will not see

There's none so deaf as those who will not hear

There's nowt so queer as folk

There's one born every minute

There's safety in numbers

They that sow the wind, shall reap the whirlwind

Third time lucky

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones

Those who sleep with dogs will rise with fleas

Thou shalt not kill

Time and tide wait for no man

Time flies

Time is a great healer

Time is money

Time will tell

'tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all

To err is human; to forgive divine

To every thing there is a season

To the victor go the spoils

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive

Tomorrow is another day

Tomorrow never comes

Too many cooks spoil the broth

Truth is stranger than fiction

Truth will out

Two blacks don't make a white

Two heads are better than one

Two is company, but three's a crowd

Two wrongs don't make a right

Variety is the spice of life

Virtue is its own reward

Walls have ears

Walnuts and pears you plant for your heirs

Waste not want not

What can't be cured must be endured

What goes up must come down

What you lose on the swings you gain on the roundabouts

What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander

When in Rome, do as the Romans do

When the cat's away the mice will play

When the going gets tough, the tough get going

When the oak is before the ash, then you will only get a splash; when the ash is before the oak, then you may expect a soak

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over

Where there's a will there's a way

Where there's muck there's brass

While there's life there's hope

Whom the Gods love die young

Why keep a dog and bark yourself?

Women and children first

Wonders will never cease

Work expands so as to fill the time available

Worrying never did anyone any good

You are never too old to learn

You are what you eat

You can choose your friends but you can't choose your family

You can have too much of a good thing

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink

You can't have your cake and eat it too

You can't get blood out of a stone

You can't get blood out of a turnip

You can't hold with the hare and run with the hounds

You can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear

You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs

You can't make bricks without straw

You can't run with the hare and hunt with the hounds

You can't take it with you [when you die]

You can't teach an old dog new tricks

You can't judge a book by its cover

You can't win them all

You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar

You pays your money and you takes your choice

You reap what you sow

You win some, you lose some

Youth is wasted on the young