Chingay Parade Quotes & Sayings

The name "Casanova" became a catchall term for one who plays on women's emotions for sex, replacing erlier term "men — Rich Blomquist

I have not one feeling of regret at the step which I have taken but count it a privilege to go forth in the name of my Master, cheerfully bearing the toil and privation that we expect to encounter. May you be encouraged and inspired by her bravery to know that in whatever path you are traversing, no matter how difficult, the Master will walk alongside you, helping you each step of the way. — Jody Hedlund

What's amazing to me now is that I actually recall fixating on the fact that my thighs a-l-m-o-s-t touched at the top ... If I could go back in time and slap my eighteen-year-old self, I would. I would tell her to snap out of it, because that's the best you thighs will ever be. You should take pictures of your thighs right now so you can remember how amazing they were! — Anita Renfroe

But they were writers and writers suggest things just to see what happens next. — Abigail Thomas

Stress is a state of mind and if you realize that you will find that it's something you can deal with. It is my belief that stress occurs not because of the conditions of the world. — Frederick Lenz

He held his hand out to me across the table.
It was harder to take it this time, to make that deliberate choice, without the useful distraction of desperation. — Naomi Novik

What we all need most urgently now: to realize that transience is not separation - for we, transient as we are, have it in common with those who have passed from us, and they and we exist together in one being where separation is just as unthinkable. Could we otherwise understand such poems if they had been nothing but the utterance of someone who was going to be dead in the future? Don't such poems continually address inside of us, in addition to what is found there now, also something unlimited and unrecognizable? I do not think that the spirit can make itself anywhere so small that it would concern only our temporal existence and our here and now: where it surges toward us there we are the dead and the living all at once. — Rainer Maria Rilke