I remember talking my grandmother ‘s poor ear off. Her typical responses to my endless questions were proverbs. I didn’t understand the complexity of a proverb until I was much older. They appear, on the surface, to be gems of wisdom which have been passed down through the ages. I don’t know how many times I have nodded my head and accepted without further discussion. I still remember the day someone pointed out to the that most proverbs have an exact opposite. I felt foolish because it seemed so obvious to me. Why didn’t I note the contradictions? Do you catch yourself responding to a younger person with a proverb?
Look before you leap.
He who hesitates is lost.
Opposites attract.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Hitch your wagon to a star.
Don’t bite off more that you can chew.
Many hands make light work.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Clothes make the man.
The squeaking wheel gets the grease.
Silence is golden.
Clothes make the man.
You cannot judge a book by its cover.
If at first, you don’t succeed, try, try again.
Don’t beat your head against a stone wall.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.
Don’t cross the bridge until you come to it.
Two heads are better than one.
Paddle your own canoe.
Haste makes waste.
Time waits for no man.
You’re never too old to learn.
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
A word to the wise is sufficient.
Talk is cheap.
It’s better to be safe than sorry.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.
Nice guys finish last.
All Good things come to those who wait.
Strike while the iron is hot.
Cold hands
Warm Heart
Confession is good for the heart
Let sleeping dogs lie
Many hands make light work.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
What I wouldn’t give to hear your voice again Gramma…. Irene Tenney Poupart.
If you know some other proverbs, please feel free to share.
Lyn, I love the way you describe “talking your Grandma’s ear off” – I can picture you as a child, sitting with her, chattering. So fun!
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