Poetic Sayings Novels & Stories

“Close. ‘Everything has an end, only the sausage has two’.” “What the hell?” Smiling, I tapped my thumb on the wheel. “Basically, it’s a rendition of ‘all good things must come to an end’.” “Except a sausage?” “Except the sausage.” She let out a breathy chuckle. “Because it has two. Got it. Damn, sometimes other languages have the weirdest sayings.” “I mean, the same could be said for us. We say ‘it’s raining cats and dogs’ or that we are ‘under the weather’. Trying to convey the same sentiment across different languages usually doesn’t hold the same understanding that we know.”

"But Mom-" "Maryam owé kan mán lo bá yi wìpé Ti àbá díju àó ní má ìgbá ti èni ré màkojá (there's a saying that says: if we close our eyes all the times we won't know when the good person will come to us). This boy is really a good boy and if you let him slip away uhmm àfayí mó kòma ló regret ré o (uhmmm, you might regret it o)

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,

Aarif said holding her hand in his and looking at Shayari who stared at him silently Shayari wanted to jerk his hand off but she did not because it would leave a negative impact. Shayari only nodded her head in response and Aarif smiled a bit and left from there. Wo zehar hai kya Jo kisi ki Jaan na le jaye Aur wo Ishq hi kya Jo kisi ko Dard na de jaye ~Ankita Ghosh (what kind of poison is it if it does not take anyone's life? And What kind of love is it that does not give pain to anyone ) Shayari recited the Shayari (a kind of poem) she read somewhere a long time back.

“Most people would’ve been a blubbering mess. You held it together nicely, my love. I hate to say it, but it does get a bit easier over time. Not a lot, though. Each soul torn from your pack or pride tears apart many more hearts.” “There you go again,” Andi rolled her eyes, “saying the freakin’ perfect thing. Do you have a book of these sayings you’ve memorized for the right time or something?” He feigned a look of disbelief. “You accuse me of plagiarism when I speak from the heart?”

Baba Tunde gazed at Agnes with a warm smile, his eyes filled with wisdom that seemed to transcend time. He began to share with her the ancient proverbs about birds and freedom, their words floating in the air like a gentle breeze. "Listen closely, Agnes," he said, his voice carrying the weight of ages. "In the realm of birds, there is profound wisdom." "A bird does not sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song," Baba Tunde began, his eyes twinkling with knowledge. "This proverb teaches us to embrace our unique gifts and talents, to express ourselves without fear, just as the birds sing their songs with joy."

Iero always shares to him the poems he learned from his teacher, and also the poems that he wrote, asking him if the ones that he had written were good. Sybb coughed as he cleared his throat before he opened his lips to speak. "Like a river of diamonds in the sky, accompanied by the round ball of pearl in the darkness, its light kissing the leaves of the trees that grew cold and were blown away by the harsh wind, traveling to many places in the darkness, not knowing how many people it touched.” He said. “Oh!” Everyone's eyes widened in surprise when they heard Sybb’s words.

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

He stared straight into her eyes as he spoke out those words. As he spoke, he couldn't help but remember one, Shakespearean Verse he saw in a book. It says... My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to the more I have, for both are infinite. There was also another verse from the same writer that struck him and made him realize a lot. It says... Doubt thou the stars are fine, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar,

22— Calm before the storm. It is true when said: Words are invented to fool people. Isn't it? The truth lies in the eyes. Or they can be deceiving too? Because I think they do, depending upon person to person with the active motive in their heads. — Saumya Tripathi