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Kloke ord og sitater for enhver anledning

Det du har april 14, 2013

Arkivert i: Dikt,Kloke ord,Ord,Verdi — gullkorn @ 1:52 pm

Du sier det du mister
Du skriker det du mangler

Du håner det som forsvinner
og velsigner det som kommer

eller motsatt
men

du har ikke ord
for det du har

Forfatter: Håvard Rem
Utgitt: Fra samlingen «30 – 40 – 50», Schibsted 2012

 

Kjære medmenneske

Velg dine ord med omhu og takt
ord – de kan ha virkelig makt.
Hva som blir sagt i alvor og skjemt,
kan brenne seg fast, og aldri bli glemt
… Mye kan bli sagt som virkelig sårer
og bringe fram såre og bitre tårer.

Misforståelser og vonde ord,
kan gi grobunn til ondskap – slik at den gror.
Vi kan ha , for lett til å klandre,
men trenger – vi være slik mot hverandre?

Omsorg og kjærlighet – må livet ha,
det trengs for å leve – og ha det bra.
Misunnelse og baktalelse i lange baner
sårer mye mer – enn vi kanskje aner.

Ingen er heldigvis ”helt perfekte”
det tror jeg er vanskelig å benekte?
Gi ikke ris til egen bak,-
det er alltid to sider i samme sak.

Sløs med omsorg, kjærlighet, tilgivelse
og å skape glede – og fred.
For ingen kjenner dagen, før solen går ned..

Irene Sande

 

If you must remember, remember this…

Arkivert i: Kloke ord,Verden,Vold,Krig — gullkorn @ 1:33 pm

«If you must remember, remember this… The Nazis did not kill six million Jews, nor the Interhamwe kill a million Tutsis, they killed one and then another, then another… Genocide is not an act of a single murder, it is million of acts of murder.»

– Stephen D. Smith

 

Letter from mother to daughter

Letter from a Mother to a Daughter: «My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story… night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionaly lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter. «

 

Indianervisdom

En indianer satt og snakket med sitt barnebarn. Han sa: I alle mennesker bor det to ulver som sloss. Den ene er ond. Det er sinne, frykt, misunnelse, sjalusi, grådighet, arroganse, selvmedlidenhet, løgn, hovering, overlegenhet og egoisme. Den andre er god. Det er glede, fred, kjærlighet, håp, ro, ydmykhet, velvilje, empati, sannhet og tillit. Hvilken ulv vinner? spurte barnet. Den du mater, svarte bestefaren

 

The date

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

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The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally…

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That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

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That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

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We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

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“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

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A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

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At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

 

On the other side februar 1, 2012

Arkivert i: Død,Gud,Hunder,Jesus,Kjærlighet,Kloke ord,Livet,Tillit,Trøst,Tro,Valg — gullkorn @ 9:10 am

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,

«Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side.»

Very quietly, the doctor said, «I don’t know.»

«You don’t know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?»

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; from the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, «Did you see my dog’s behavior? He’s never been in this room before. He didn’t know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I know my Master is there and that is enough.»

 

Eselet november 18, 2011

En dag falt en bondes esel ned i en brønn. Dyret hylte miserabelt i timevis mens bonden prøvde å finne ut hva som måtte gjøres. Til slutt bestemte han seg for at dyret var gammelt, og brønnen likevel trengtes å fylles igjen. Det var ikke verdt å ta opp eselet.
Han inviterte alle naboene sine til å hjelpe seg. De fikk en spade hver, og begynte å spa jord og møkk ned i brønnen. Eselet skjønte med en gang hva som skjedde og hylte av all sin kraft. Så ble det, til alles forbauselse, helt stille.

Noen få spatak senere så bonden endelig ned i brønnen. Han var overrasket over det han så. For hvert spadetak med jord som landet på ryggen til eselet, gjorde det noe fantastisk. Det ristet av seg jorda og tok et steg opp.
Mens bondens naboer fortsatte å spa jord ned i brønnen, gjorde eselet akkurat det samme. Ristet det av seg og tok et steg opp. Ganske snart overrasket eselet alle med å gå ut av brønnen og trave lykkelig av sted.

Moral:
Livet kommer til å spa møkk på deg. All slags møkk. Trikset for å komme ut av brønnen er å riste det av seg, og ta et steg opp. Hvert problem vi har er en sten som vi kan trå videre på. Vi kan komme oss ut av de dypeste brønner bare ved å ikke stoppe og aldri gi opp. Rist det av og ta et steg opp!

Husk på fem enkle regler for lykke:
1. Fri deg fra hat – tilgi.
2. Fri hjernen fra bekymringer – de fleste skjer aldri.
3. Lev enkelt og sett pris på det du har.
4. Gi mer.
5. Forvent mindre fra folk, men mer fra Gud.

 

Believe in the best of everybody september 23, 2011

«Love yourself, accept yourself, forgive yourself, and be good to yourself, because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things.»

(-Leo F. Buscaglia)

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«I always prefer to believe in the best of everybody – it saves so much trouble.»

(- Rudyard Kipling)

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«By accepting yourself and being fully what you are, your presence can make others happy.»

(- Jane Roberts)

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«Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones that don’t and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance take it, if it changes your life, let it.»

 

Den som sår brennesler

Arkivert i: Bekymring,Håp,Kjærlighet,Kloke ord,Optimisme,Rik — gullkorn @ 4:08 pm

Den som sår brennesler gjør seg sjeldent håp om å høste roser.
Men vi er optimistiske nok til å så kulde og vente oss en rik høst av kjærlighet.

~ Axel Kielland, Aftenposten 1933, i en artikkel om Bastøy

 

 
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