food for thought , light to the soul, inspirational quotes or thoughts poem s

it dose not have to a bible verse, could be a line of a song or a movie. or something funny.

for example

if a bum bees bum stung a bum bees bum, what colour would the bum bees bum be (anon)

[h=3]To thrive in life you need three bones. A wishbone. A backbone. And a funny bone.[/h]Reba McEntire




[h=3]Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be yours![/h]Swedish Proverb

get the idea, add when you feel inspired etc

Don't go to bed angry. Stay up all night and plot a horrible revenge..

LOL

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Q: What happens if you eat yeast and shoe polish? A: Every morning you'll rise and shine!

Q: What do you call a fat psychic? A: A four chin teller.

Q: What do you call a dinosaur with a extensive vocabulary? A: a thesaurus.

1. Excuse my naivety - I was born at a very early age.
2. The only thing I understand about Algebra: I look at my X and I wonder Y

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1. Why do we leave expensive cars in the driveway and useless junk in the garage?
   If Insurance companies covered my useless junk it would be outside too!

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If, for a moment, God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life...
I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.
I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals.
My God, if I only had a scrap of life...

I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old -- not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love.
To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting.
I have learned so much from you men...

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up.
I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately, I will be dying.
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The above poem was originally written by Johnny Welsh in Spanish and translated by Matthew Taylor and Rosa Arelis Taylor

Later that night while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair.


His wife asks, "Where are you going?"


"To the kitchen," he replies.


"Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?"


"Sure."


"Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?" she asks.


"No, I can remember it."


"Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. You'd better write it down, because you know you'll forget it."


He says, "I can remember that! You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries."


"I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, so you'd better write it down!" she retorts.


Irritated, he says, "I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Leave me alone! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream -- I got it, for goodness sake!" Then he grumbles into the kitchen.


After about 20 minutes the old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.


She stares at the plate for a moment and says... "Where's my toast?