Quotes & Sayings About 60th Birthday Speech

This is human nature: to find a morality that is comfortable and convenient and let it suffice for holiness. But it is not. So you ride your bike to work, or drive a hybrid car - but — John Eldredge

I'm very flexible. I've got flexibility in any weight class. If you guys out there want to fight me man, I will fight you guys. — Adrien Broner

Defeat exists but not suffering. A true warrior knows that when he loses a battle, he is improving the skill with which he wields a sword. He will be able to fight more skilfullly next time. — Paulo Coelho

Those things don't happen today. I feel sorry for the kids in the industry today. They have on sunglasses, eat caviar in jet planes, but they'll never know the true feeling that we did. — Ben E. King

The whole process of writing is a setting at a distance. That is the value of it - to the writer, and to the people who read the results of this process, which takes the raw, the individual, the uncriticized, the unexamined, into the realm of the general. — Doris Lessing

Sounds charming,' I said impatiently. But I didn't come here to talk about the end of the world.'

'Really?' He tipped his hat up and looked at me. 'By the expression on that pretty face of yours, I'd have thought it was at least that.'

I snorted impatiently. 'If you're going to be flippant-'

'What? You'll give me a kiss? Then I'll be as flippant as I can possibly be. — Sophie Masson

I look at being a capitalist businessperson like riding a bike - if I go too slowly, I'll fall over. Or it's kind of like a shark: if I stop swimming, I'll just die. — Andrew Mason

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?
I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice. — Karen Marie Moning

I rode all day.
I cried all night.
The moon didn't glow.
The sun didn't rise.
A comet blazed
Between my eyes.
West and South,
Wind and rain.
Every way is
Just the same.
Pray give me a box
To hide inside.
Pray give me a spade
To dig my own grave. — Gail Carson Levine