One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
Some lovely poems and quotes I found.... Not written by me!!!! Also some good jokes...
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Crumpled sheet!
Crumpled sheet
When I was a child, because of my impulsive character, was angry at everything. In most cases, after these incidents I felt ashamed I tried to console those I have hurt
One day, my teacher saw me apologizing after an explosion of anger and handed me a sheet of plain paper and said:
Kneading the paper now!
With fear, obeyed and did a ball with it. The teacher told me again, now leave it as it was before.
Obviously I could not leave it as before. But tried to put the paper still full of folds.
The teacher told me: the heart of man is like that role. The impression left on them will be so hard to erase wrinkles like these. So I learned to be comprehensive, but more patient.
When I feel like bursting, remember that crumpled paper. The impression left on people is impossible to erase. When we hurt someone with our actions or our words, just want to fix the error, but it's too late ....
Someone once told me once: "Speak only when their words can be as gentle as silence. But do not stop talking for fear of the reaction of the other.
Believe me, especially in their feelings!
We will always be responsible for our actions.
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Seize the day to reflect on the leaves you've kneaded it throughout his life ...
When I was a child, because of my impulsive character, was angry at everything. In most cases, after these incidents I felt ashamed I tried to console those I have hurt
One day, my teacher saw me apologizing after an explosion of anger and handed me a sheet of plain paper and said:
Kneading the paper now!
With fear, obeyed and did a ball with it. The teacher told me again, now leave it as it was before.
Obviously I could not leave it as before. But tried to put the paper still full of folds.
The teacher told me: the heart of man is like that role. The impression left on them will be so hard to erase wrinkles like these. So I learned to be comprehensive, but more patient.
When I feel like bursting, remember that crumpled paper. The impression left on people is impossible to erase. When we hurt someone with our actions or our words, just want to fix the error, but it's too late ....
Someone once told me once: "Speak only when their words can be as gentle as silence. But do not stop talking for fear of the reaction of the other.
Believe me, especially in their feelings!
We will always be responsible for our actions.
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Seize the day to reflect on the leaves you've kneaded it throughout his life ...
Crumpled sheet!
Crumpled sheet
When I was a child, because of my impulsive character, was angry at everything. In most cases, after these incidents I felt ashamed I tried to console those I have hurt
One day, my teacher saw me apologizing after an explosion of anger and handed me a sheet of plain paper and said:
Kneading the paper now!
With fear, obeyed and did a ball with it. The teacher told me again, now leave it as it was before.
Obviously I could not leave it as before. But tried to put the paper still full of folds.
The teacher told me: the heart of man is like that role. The impression left on them will be so hard to erase wrinkles like these. So I learned to be comprehensive, but more patient.
When I feel like bursting, remember that crumpled paper. The impression left on people is impossible to erase. When we hurt someone with our actions or our words, just want to fix the error, but it's too late ....
Someone once told me once: "Speak only when their words can be as gentle as silence. But do not stop talking for fear of the reaction of the other.
Believe me, especially in their feelings!
We will always be responsible for our actions.
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Seize the day to reflect on the leaves you've kneaded it throughout his life ...
When I was a child, because of my impulsive character, was angry at everything. In most cases, after these incidents I felt ashamed I tried to console those I have hurt
One day, my teacher saw me apologizing after an explosion of anger and handed me a sheet of plain paper and said:
Kneading the paper now!
With fear, obeyed and did a ball with it. The teacher told me again, now leave it as it was before.
Obviously I could not leave it as before. But tried to put the paper still full of folds.
The teacher told me: the heart of man is like that role. The impression left on them will be so hard to erase wrinkles like these. So I learned to be comprehensive, but more patient.
When I feel like bursting, remember that crumpled paper. The impression left on people is impossible to erase. When we hurt someone with our actions or our words, just want to fix the error, but it's too late ....
Someone once told me once: "Speak only when their words can be as gentle as silence. But do not stop talking for fear of the reaction of the other.
Believe me, especially in their feelings!
We will always be responsible for our actions.
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Seize the day to reflect on the leaves you've kneaded it throughout his life ...
Love is always new.......
Love is always new.
No matter that we love one, two,
ten times in life we're always
a situation we don't know.
Love can take us to hell or to paradise,
but it always leads somewhere.
We must accept,
it's the food of our existence.
If we deny, starve, seeing
branches of the tree of life filled without
courage to reach out and pick fruit.
It's necessary to find love where you're,
even if it means hours, days,
weeks of disappointment and sadness.
Because at the moment
we left in search of love
love also comes to us.
And save us ..
No matter that we love one, two,
ten times in life we're always
a situation we don't know.
Love can take us to hell or to paradise,
but it always leads somewhere.
We must accept,
it's the food of our existence.
If we deny, starve, seeing
branches of the tree of life filled without
courage to reach out and pick fruit.
It's necessary to find love where you're,
even if it means hours, days,
weeks of disappointment and sadness.
Because at the moment
we left in search of love
love also comes to us.
And save us ..
Monday, August 1, 2011
विदेशी कपडे घातले तरी हृदय अजून मराठी आहे..
विदेशी कपडे घातले तरी हृदय अजून मराठी आहे..
तोडून तुटत नाहीत या मजबूत रेशीम गाठी आहेत..
पिझा, बर्गर खाल्ल्यावरही पोट पुरणपोळीच मागतं..
ईंग्रजी पुस्तकं वाचली तरी मन मराठी चारोळीच मागतं..
मात्रुभूमि सोडली की आईपासून दूर गेल्यासारखं वाटतं..
भाषा सोडली की अस्तित्व हरवल्यासारखं वाटतं..
वडाची झाडं मोठी होऊनही परत मात्रुभूमिकडे झुकतात..
कितीही दूर गेलं तरी पाय परत मात्रुभूमिकडेच वळतात..
काहीही बदललं तरी हृदय अजून मराठी आहे..
तोडून तुटत नाहीत या मजबूत रेशीम गाठी आहेत..
स्पर्श तुज़ा भाव तुज़े, शब्द माज़ा नि नाव तुज़े..
इच्छा असून नाही म्हणतेस, निरालेच ग डाव तुज़े..
डोलयानी तर केव्हाच बोललिस, मग का, ओठांचे हे बनाव तुज़े..
मी प्रेमात वसवले नवीन विश्वा, घर माज़े, नि गाव तुज़े..
तुज़ी आठवण तुज़े स्वप्न, नि माज़या प्रत्येक श्वासाला नाव तुज़े..
मी मराठी आहे...
मी मराठी असल्याचा मला अभिमान आहे..
धन्य हा महाराष्ट्र, लाभली आम्हा अशी आई बोलतो आम्ही मराठी गत जन्माची जणू "पुण्याई"..
आपला महाराष्ट्र, आपली मराठी!!!!
शपथ घ्या, एकीने राहू, प्रगति करू, मराठी बोलू, मराठी टीकवू..!
तोडून तुटत नाहीत या मजबूत रेशीम गाठी आहेत..
पिझा, बर्गर खाल्ल्यावरही पोट पुरणपोळीच मागतं..
ईंग्रजी पुस्तकं वाचली तरी मन मराठी चारोळीच मागतं..
मात्रुभूमि सोडली की आईपासून दूर गेल्यासारखं वाटतं..
भाषा सोडली की अस्तित्व हरवल्यासारखं वाटतं..
वडाची झाडं मोठी होऊनही परत मात्रुभूमिकडे झुकतात..
कितीही दूर गेलं तरी पाय परत मात्रुभूमिकडेच वळतात..
काहीही बदललं तरी हृदय अजून मराठी आहे..
तोडून तुटत नाहीत या मजबूत रेशीम गाठी आहेत..
स्पर्श तुज़ा भाव तुज़े, शब्द माज़ा नि नाव तुज़े..
इच्छा असून नाही म्हणतेस, निरालेच ग डाव तुज़े..
डोलयानी तर केव्हाच बोललिस, मग का, ओठांचे हे बनाव तुज़े..
मी प्रेमात वसवले नवीन विश्वा, घर माज़े, नि गाव तुज़े..
तुज़ी आठवण तुज़े स्वप्न, नि माज़या प्रत्येक श्वासाला नाव तुज़े..
मी मराठी आहे...
मी मराठी असल्याचा मला अभिमान आहे..
धन्य हा महाराष्ट्र, लाभली आम्हा अशी आई बोलतो आम्ही मराठी गत जन्माची जणू "पुण्याई"..
आपला महाराष्ट्र, आपली मराठी!!!!
शपथ घ्या, एकीने राहू, प्रगति करू, मराठी बोलू, मराठी टीकवू..!
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