Sitater og små dikt og visdomsord

[Moiraine]

Hm... jeg har vel ikke lagt inn dette før?
Det er en av mine yndlinger!

Symptom recital

I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simle, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again.

- Dorothy Parker

[Cafein]

En gammel klassiker, for de som har et forhold til Peanuts.

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
by Snoopy

Part I
It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed.
The maid screamed.
Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon!
While millions of people were starving, the king lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up.

Part II
A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day.
At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly.
Could it be that she was the sister of the boy in Kansas who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of the maid who had escaped from the pirates?
The intern frowned.
«Stampede!» the foreman shouted, and forty thousand head of cattle thundered down on the tiny camp. The two men rolled on the ground grappling beneath the murderous hooves. A left and a right. A left. Another left and right. An uppercut to the jaw. The fight was over. And so the ranch was saved.
The young intern sat by himself in one corner of the coffee shop. he had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned something about life.

THE END

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Snoopy: See how nice all the elements come together in the end?
Lucy: But what about the king? You forgot about the king!
Hvorpå Snoopy kaster manuskriptet i hodet på Lucy.

[Randar]

Forever may not be long enough.

[Shealien]

Whenever you're called on to make up your mind,
and you're hampered by not having any,
the best way to solve the dilemma, you'll find
is simply by spinning a penny.

No - not so that chance shall decide the affair
while you're passively standing there moping;
nut the moment the penny is up in the air,
you suddenly know what you're hoping.

[BlueNova]

Det går bort med blanco...

[Glahn]

Det (tann)legen min ikke vet, har ikke jeg vondt av.

[BagBiter]

Uansett hvor modne jenter tror de er, så er de alltid ett hakk over oss gutter.

et dårlig sitat.

[Moiraine]

Ah, sunt pueri pueri, et pueri puerilla tractant.

[martefine]

En hver lørdagskveld i et normalt norsk hjem er som en gresk tragedie..
Et av gullkornene til teaterkunnskapslærerern min

[sharee]

It's dangerous business, going out your front door.
-Tolkien

Get all the fools on your side and you can be elected to anything.
-Frank Dane

Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucrid moments when he was merely stupid.
-Heinrich Heine

Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence.
-Henrik Tikkanen

Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.
-Douglas Adams

[Glahn]

Dusteforbundet, hvis jeg husker helt rett:

Selv det stilleste vann har sine grunner - for å være det.

[Cafein]

Det betyr ulykke å bli overkjørt av 13 dampveivalser!

--Darwin P. Erlandsen

[pita]

ikke alle veier ender i rom

[knut]

together we stand, divided we fall

[martefine]

Det vil jeg veldig gjerne, men det gidder jeg ikke

[Glahn]

I prefer not to.

[martefine]

Det vokser ikke mose på en rullende stein

[Moiraine]

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then-in my childhood-in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff, of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold-
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by-
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a deamon in my view.

- Edgar Allan Poe

[Glahn]

Som jeg elsker det diktet...

[Zatharee]