Quotes & Sayings About Chi Omegas

Tell me about Wales. I want to go to Wales with you one day."
And I smile and want to cry too. And I tell him about this special place in the mountains that I went to one summer: there was a small lake and I could climb the cliff behind it and dive into the water. And I tell him I'll take him there when the war's over. — Sally Green

The unbelieving world increasingly rejects the truth about God, while the believing world increasingly ignores the truth about God. — Jim Berg

It is the crimson tongue that paints the world others think they see. — A.J. Darkholme

I have one little pooch-y stomach in a picture, and all of a sudden I'm pregnant. — Nicole Ari Parker

Openness is the first step toward recovery ... addiction remains a secret because of the overwhelming shame associated with it. — David Sheff

The more power there is, the more bondage, the more fear. — Swami Vivekananda

I was not alone in any of this. I was only a little torn, but not broken. "Yeah," I said. "I'll be okay." And I was brave. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

If you love your work, I'm not sure you have hobbies. I try to say no to things that other people could do and only say yes to things that only I could do. — Gloria Steinem

Obviously the way that I talk and the way that I dress all has to do with the way that I was raised. As far as the drive, when I was 18 or 21 years old, everything I did was because I wanted to go play music simply because that's what I wanted to do. — Cody Johnson

How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive? — Matt Groening

What the hell do you think you're doing going and getting yourself kidnapped? You almost gave me apoplexy!" "Well, excuse me Queen of the World. I'm so sorry I inconvenienced you! — Tamara Hoffa

I eat like a vulture. Unfortunately the resemblance doesn't end there. — Groucho Marx

She would have thought that working and living in continuous happiness, harmony, and security day after day would lead to mental lethargy, that her writing would suffer from too much happiness, that she needed a balanced life with down days and miseries to keep the sharp edge on her work. But the idea that an artist needed to suffer to do her best work was a conceit of the young and inexperienced. The happier she grew, the better she wrote. — Dean Koontz