Marianne Wallgren

Life is very limited, when you do not have money. To only get the bare essentials and nothing more. Lena was very sad at this time. She did worse and worse. (6 apr 2017, när Lena levde i fattigdom) Hjælp til - skriv in på dansk: Utsatthet

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Life is (=stelnat vatten, fruset vatten) very limited, when you do not (=anmärkning, anteckning, kommentar) have money. To only get the bare essentials and nothing more. Lena was very sad at this time. She did worse and worse.

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It's impossible to play worse than this. (19 jun 2024, efter att ha förlorat en match som han ledde med stort mot Kwon Soon-woo i Australian Open.)

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We do not believe that is the right way to go, even though the ambassador’s statements are serious. It is important to have a direct interaction with China, and that we can make our opinions very clear and be able to provide criticism. We believe it is worse not to have a Chinese ambassador in Sweden, since our concerns would then not be reaching China directly. (19 jan 2020, in the article about the discussion that will be held in the Ministry for Foreign Affairs.)

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Det är lite once in a life time. (7 dec 2023, när han pratar om hur det känns att planera Nobelmenyn inför festen för 1300 gäster.)

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To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. (1 dec 2021, hamlet Act 3, Scene 1) Hjælp til - skriv in på dansk: William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Dalarna

Abbakus: Räkneapparat för att beräkna taktarten i "Money, money, money".

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