Ymadroddion (80)
(of no) avail
a closed mind like a closed book is no more than a block of paper
a fool needs no bell round his neck
a logical thinker is like a knife with no handle, it draws blood from the hand of its user
a mother's child can do no wrong
a nation with no language, a nation with no heart
beauty is no more than that which you love
brute strength's no use in playing the fiddle
criticism comes easily where there's no love lost
enough is enough and no more
everyone is different, no one's the same
everyone wants a long life but no one wants to get old
friend of everyone is a friend of no-one
fur coat and no knickers
God has no religion
I was angry that I had no shoes and then I met a man who had no feet
if there is no
it makes no difference
it's no small task
it’s no use
learning knows no boundaries
leave no stone unturned
no better off
no entry
no excess is good
no good pointing out the cliff edge to the blind
no man knows the suffering of another
no one has lost a penny by being too brazen
no one knows less than the man who knows it all
no point
no rain in May no honey in September
no room to swing a cat (cat o' nine tails)
no sign of (him)
no tree has roots that run deeper than prejudice
of no benefit
of no fixed abode
of no great significance
on a journey of love, a thousand miles is no further than one
on no account
pay no heed to
Pity the man who believes no one whom no one believes
the day will come when the humble shall be raised and great shall be no more
there are no groves in a new road
there are no pockets in a shroud
there is no craft where there is no skill
there is no law without justice
there is no prudence without patience
there's no fool like an old fool
there's no intelligent answer to a stupid question
there's no paradise like a fool's paradise
there’s no place like home
there's no point
there's no remedy for hate
there's no such thing as a short wait
there’s no two ways about it
there's no way
think no more of
thinking no evil
to have no doubt that
to have no doubts
to no avail
Until man extends his compassion to include all living things, there will be no peace in the world
what good is a tree with no roots
when full of pride there's no room for wisdom
where once I played of yore, there are those I know no more
woe the man who believes no one and whom no one believes
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