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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure
It's our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?

Actually who are we not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightening about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.
And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously
Give other people the permission to do the same.

Nelson Mandela, Inaugural Speech 1994

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Sing away sorrow, cast away care

So many gods, so many creeds,
so many paths that wind and wind,
while just the art of being kind,
is all the sad world needs

With every rising of the sun
Think of your life as just begun.
The past has shrived and buried deep
All yesterdays- there let them sleep.

Do you wish the world were better?
Let me tell you what to do.
Set a watch upon your actions,
Keep them always straight and true.
Rid your mind of selfish motives,
Let your thoughts be clean and high.
You can make a little Eden
Of the sphere you occupy.

Uit: The Ella Wheeler Wilcox Calendar […], z.pl., z.j. [eind 19e eeuw],
Aangetroffen in het familiearchief Van den Brandeler, vrl.inv.nr. 400.

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Van alle dromen bleef mij toch het liefst
de terugkeer in mijn oude stad:
het zicht van verre op het gouden hart
van stille middeleeuwse kracht.
De pracht dier torens en hun majesteit
de glans en weidsheid over 't water,
de fierheid zelf die ik heb liefgehad...

Ida Gerhardt, 1974

 

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À la recherche du temps perdu

Gedachten worden woorden
Woorden vertolken gevoelens
Gevoelens creëren beelden
Beelden kleuren herinneringen

Het huis vertelt zijn historie
Het water luistert
Jij bij het hoge riet
Het witte bruggetje naar ons dorp

IJle kerkzang
De wind, pappa op de fiets
Kilometers tegenwind
De smalle wegen

Verjaardag in de tuin
Bloemenkinderen

Samen in de roeiboot
Leren zwemmen bij Toos

De geit Corrie
Het schaap Veronica
De poes Moortje
De kippen…

Jij leest een brief
Meisje van Vermeer

Samen achter de piano
Daar ruist langs de wolken..

Woordenschat, copia verborum:
"Opa-oma-Amersfoort, tante Lelie-Emmelo"
"Pappa domimee, Opa anitect"
"Oma, touwe wind hè?"

L’éléphant Babar
Babar et La vieille Dame, Babar et Les Ballons
Souvent à la fenêtre il rève en pensant à son enfance…
"Babar is erg verdrietig hè?"

IJsvlinders aan de binnenkant van de ruiten
"Waar is Hansje?" "In mamma’s buik"
"Baby’tje huilt al!"
Hans’ naam in sterrekers.

"IJ is de ijsbeer die wit is van vel"
In de dierentuin, bij opa op de arm
Kiezels in de flamingo-vijver
Olifant blies het sprookje uit!

À la recherche du temps perdu
J’ éprouvais un sentiment de joie et de mélancolie
à sentir que tout ce temps été vécu, pensé par moi
qu’il était ma vie, qu’il était moi-même.

Mais encore, que j’ avais à toute minute à le maintenir
attaché à moi, qu’il me supportait, moi juché à son
sommet vertigineux, que je ne pouvais me mouvoir
sans le déplacer comme je le pouvais avec lui.
(Vrij naar Marcel Proust, Le Temps retrouvé, 1927)

Menoucha
Herinneringen aan mijn jeugd in Westmaas, vervaardigd ter gelegenheid van de 80e verjaardag van mijn moeder.

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Lines found in old St Paul's Church , Baltimore 1962

Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, wihout surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and agressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is. Many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gratefully surrender the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden disfortune, but do not distress yourself with imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be; and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be careful, strive to be happy.

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Mansukh Patel

Het gebed, dat verhoord werd

Ik vroeg om kracht
en het leven gaf mij moeilijkheden
om mij sterk te maken.

Ik vroeg om wijsheid
en het leven gaf mij problemen
om op te lossen.

Ik vroeg om voorspoed
en het leven gaf mij verstand en spierkracht
om mee te werken.

Ik vroeg om liefde
het leven gaf mij mensen
om te helpen.

Ik vroeg om gunsten
het leven gaf mij kansen.

Ik ontving niets van wat ik vroeg
ik kreeg alles wat ik nodig had.
Amen

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Prayer

 

Oh Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change

The courage to change what can be changed

And the wisdom to know the difference

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Après un rêve

Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image
Je rêvais le bonheur, ardent mirage,
Tes yeux étaient plus doux, ta voix pure et sonore,
Tu rayonnais comme un ciel éclairé par l'aurore;

Tu m'appelais et je quittais la terre
Pour m'enfuir avec toi vers la lumière,
Les cieux pour nous entr'ouvraient leurs nues,
Splendeurs inconnues, lueurs divines entrevues,

Hélas! Hélas! triste réveil des songes
Je t'appelle, ô nuit, rends moi tes mensonges,
Reviens, reviens radieuse,
Reviens ô nuit mystérieuse!

Majalis Grandifloralis

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