That it's not that bad after all...
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Thursday, 22 September 2011
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Love: The Way to Victory
"Children ought to have a right to be brought up in an atmosphere where the God-kind of love prevails in the home. They not only need to see your faith in demonstration, they need to see your love in demonstration. Then they'll go out in life and win!
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When you see the worst in your children and are always telling them about it, they'll never amount to anything. They'll live up to what you say.
Children are going to miss it sometimes because they are children; you can't put a grown head on a child. But when you see the best in them and love them, you'll bring the best out of them, and they'll want to amount to something in life. They will live up to the God-kind of love that you instill in them."
- Kenneth E Hagin, 1994: 89-90.
Wednesday, 30 April 2008
Anybody Out There
It's unheard of that I would take long to read something, but it's happening now. I bought this book excitedly in mid August last year, after a 20% off the RRP at Target. But even on the last day of April today (by golly, that's 8 long months!), I find myself only at page 254.
But here's something I really like...
"You don't have to be with a person for a hundred years before you're sure. Sometimes it happens in an instant. You've heard the saying: When you know, you know."
Tuesday, 8 May 2007
A Place Called Here
"From a distance everything was great, close up things were completely different. We couldn't fight the effects of time, how it alters us, how with each year an extra layer is glazed upon us, how every day we are something more than we were."
Friday, 20 April 2007
For One More Day
"Going back to something is harder than you think." - Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Well, this sentence by the protaganist, Pauline Beneto, hit home. I'm not sure about you, but it sure did for me.
Well, this sentence by the protaganist, Pauline Beneto, hit home. I'm not sure about you, but it sure did for me.
Monday, 6 March 2006
Complaints
Not too long ago, I've been told that I'm always complaining about things, all the time. And I wondered, 'I thought I was just saying my mind? You mean that's complaining?' And it got me thinking, 'So, when is a comment a comment; a complaint a complaint? Where's the line? How do you differentiate the two?' Of course, there were no answers.
But I think I found my answer from Beautiful Child by Torey Haden recently:
"Perplexed and frustrated by Venus's behaviour, I took my troubles with me to the teachers' lounge. I didn't really expect anyone to give me answers when I moaned about what was going on in my classroom. Indeed, I wasn't even upset, just frustrated. Being a rather noisy person by nature, this was my way of coping with the pressure. It was also a way of thinking for me. I'd go down to the lounge, complain about what was happening, and in the process of hearing myself articulate the problem, I'd often come up with alternatives.
Julie, however, appeared unsettled. "You're feeling really angry about Venus, aren't you?" she said to me one afternoon after school when we were alone.
Surprised, I lifted my eyebrows. "No, I'm not angry. Why?"
"Well, you just seem angry. In the things you say. You're always complaining."
"It's not complaining. Just letting off steam, that's all." I smiled reassuringly at her. "That's different from anger. I don't feel angry at all."
Julie looked unconvinced."
But I think I found my answer from Beautiful Child by Torey Haden recently:
"Perplexed and frustrated by Venus's behaviour, I took my troubles with me to the teachers' lounge. I didn't really expect anyone to give me answers when I moaned about what was going on in my classroom. Indeed, I wasn't even upset, just frustrated. Being a rather noisy person by nature, this was my way of coping with the pressure. It was also a way of thinking for me. I'd go down to the lounge, complain about what was happening, and in the process of hearing myself articulate the problem, I'd often come up with alternatives.
Julie, however, appeared unsettled. "You're feeling really angry about Venus, aren't you?" she said to me one afternoon after school when we were alone.
Surprised, I lifted my eyebrows. "No, I'm not angry. Why?"
"Well, you just seem angry. In the things you say. You're always complaining."
"It's not complaining. Just letting off steam, that's all." I smiled reassuringly at her. "That's different from anger. I don't feel angry at all."
Julie looked unconvinced."
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