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VAN HET NET GEPLUKT
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Last Love
Love at the closing of our days
is apprehensive and very tender.
Glow brighter, brighter, farewell rays
of one last love in its evening splendor.
Blue shade takes half the world away:
through western clouds alone some light is slanted.
O tarry, O tarry, declining day,
enchantment, let me stay enchanted.
The blood runs thinner, yet the heart
remains as ever deep and tender.
O last belated love, thou art
a blend of joy and of hopeless surrender.
- Fyodor Tyutchev
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WHEN ARE YOU TOO OLD?
When asked how it was that she has lived so long, one 91-year-old woman replied, "I think God is testing the patience of my relatives."
When is "too old"? At what age do we give up? At 100, Grandma Moses was still painting, and Titian painted "Battle of Lepants" when he was 98.
At 93, George Bernard Shaw wrote "Farfetched Fables."
At 91, Eamon de Valera served as president of Ireland.
At 90, Pablo Picasso still drew and engraved.
At 89, Arthur Rubinstein gave one of his greatest recitals in New York's Carnegie Hall, and Pablo Casals, at 88, still performed cello concerts.
At 82, Winston Churchill wrote the four-volume work, "A History of the English-Speaking Peoples," Leo Tolstoy completed "I Cannot Be Silent," and Goethe, at the same age, finished "Faust."
At 81, Benjamin Franklin engineered the diplomacy, which led to the adoption of the U.S. Constitution.
When are you "too old"? Only on the day when you truly have nothing left to give. And the good news is this: that day never has to arrive!
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WEALTH, SUCCESS AND LOVE
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."
"Is the man of the house home?", they asked. "No", she said. "He's out." "Then we cannot come in," they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. "Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" The woman went out and invited the men in.
"We do not go into a House together", they replied.
"Why is that?" she wanted to know.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!," he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"
"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. Go out and invite Love to be our guest."
The woman went out and asked the three old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest." Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other two also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever he goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!"
Author Unknown
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COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Love your neighbor as much as yourself.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
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ENGELS GLIMLACHEN OF KNARSETANDEN
1] All the faith he had had , had had no effect on his life.
[2] Wouldn%u2019t the sentence %u201CI want to put a hyphen between the words Fish and And and And and Chips in my Fish-And-Chips sign%u201D have been clearer if quotation marks had been placed before Fish and between Fish and and, and and and And, and And and and, and and and And, and And and and, and and and Chips, as well as after Chips?
[3] The old man the boats.
[4] Time flies like an arrow, but fruit flies like a banana.
[5] Whether the weather be fine, or whether the weather be not. Whether the weather be cold, or whether the weather be hot. We%u2019ll weather the weather, whatever the weather, whether we like it or not.
[6] You have just begun reading the sentence you just finished reading.
[7] One %u2013 one was a racehorse. Two %u2013 two was one too. One %u2013 one won one race. Two - two won one too.
[8] The horse raced past the barn fell.
[9] I sometimes read read as read, when it%u2019s supposed to be read as read.
[10] Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
[11] %u201CI see,%u201D said the blind man, as he picked up his hammer and saw.
[12] One morning, I shot an elephant in my pajamas; how he got into my pajamas, I%u2019ll never know.
[13] James and Billy were asked to write about their weekend, Billy wrote, %u201CI had some ice cream over the weekend%u201D. James wrote %u201D I had had some ice cream over the weekend%u201D. James, while Billy had had had, had had had had. %u201CHad had%u201D, had been the correct answer.
[14] Have you ever noticed that read rhymes with lead, and read rhymes with lead? Also read and lead don%u2019t rhyme. Neither do read and lead.
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EEN BOS VOL DROMEN DIE NOOIT UITKOMEN
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Alle oorlogen ? Ik denk het niet
http://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lijst_van_ ... logisch%29
Waarom ?
http://blog.ninapaley.com/2012/10/01/this-land-is-mine/
Incontinent ? Een goeie oplossing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=285&v=_5hfE8ReeiI
Anatomie
http://ofigenno.cc/anatomicheskie-fotografii#
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