Children's Christmas Poems And Quotes & Sayings

I feel so grateful to discover that each new day brings me the opportunity to watch the sunrise and fall in love with you again. — Steve Maraboli

How can people be so blind?" I shrug. "Don't overestimate the masses. They love you until they hate you. They hate you until they love you. — Amanda Bouchet

Every affliction has its own rich lesson to teach, if we would learn it. — Mahatma Gandhi

I want to shove the question down his throat until he chokes on it. — Courtney Summers

Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. — Paul The Apostle

I have a son, who is my heart. A wonderful young man, daring and loving and strong and kind. — Maya Angelou

For me, true luxury can be caviar or a day with no meetings, no appointments and no schedule. — Michael Kors

Sarah Palin has revealed she has tried marijuana, but she did not like it. You know, it's amazing: 200 million Americans have smoked marijuana. The only ones who don't like it seem to be elected officials. Ever notice that? — Jay Leno

Thence it is possible to arrive by easy stages at the happy notion, not uncommon among 'intellectuals', that taste consists of distaste, and that the loftiest of pleasures is that of feeling displeased; and thus to end by enjoying almost nothing in literature but one's own opinions, while oneself incapable of writing a living sentence. — F.L. Lucas

For those of you who are, "waiting for a sign" ... If you woke up today, THAT'S YOUR SIGN! — Steve Maraboli

There are a lot of spikes that can happen when what you're doing starts to get attention or people start to talk about it. They can just kind of really do a number on your reasons for making music. — Babatunde Adebimpe

Help!" screeched a feminine voice. "HELP ME!" Parker whipped around, automatically reaching for the weapon that he didn't have at the small of his back because, oh yeah, he was in running gear with no place to hide a weapon. But there was no woman. Just a huge parrot perched on a printer at the front desk. "Help!" it squeaked in a shockingly authentic woman's voice. "I've been turned into a parrot!" "Peanut, play dead," Wyatt said. Peanut sighed and tucked her head into her feathers. "Good parrot." Wyatt looked at Parker. "She's a nut." "Damn, shit, farts," the bird muttered beneath her breath, making Parker grin. Wyatt sighed. "Peanut's a mimic, and Jade, our office manager, has a bit of a potty mouth." "Boner," Peanut said, head still tucked into her feathers. "Peanut, dead parrots don't talk." Wyatt turned back to Parker. "Follow me. — Jill Shalvis