Grozavescu Quotes & Sayings

There was less than I'd expected in the rainy-day fund that Mom had kept in the bottom of an underwear drawer in a panty hose egg labeled 'DEAD SPIDERS.' As if I hadn't always known it was there. As if I wouldn't want to look at dead spiders. — Adam Rex

Millennials in the workplace have been called "orchids"2 (can't survive outside the greenhouse) and "teacups"3 (chip easily and then are ruined), but to me the most prescient metaphor for young adults sent out into the world after being overparented is "veal" - a term coined by Massachusetts educator Joe Maruszczak - meaning they're raised in controlled environments and led, metaphorically, to slaughter. None of us took a course called "how to hold your kid back," but overparenting appears to be seriously poor preparation for life in the work world. In 2014, interested — Julie Lythcott-Haims

Truth is so great a perfection, that if God would render himself visible to men, he would choose light for his body and truth for his soul — Pythagoras

God is love, and that love works through men-especially through the whole community of Christians. — C.S. Lewis

Nine-tenths of our suffering is caused by others not thinking so much of us as we think they ought. — Mary Lyon

When we give up our images of self-importance and our ideas of what should be, we can help things become what they need to be. — Benjamin Hoff

Whether you're fifty or one hundred makes no difference, you're a child of this universe. So never forget to enjoy the life as a child. — Debasish Mridha

When somebody says something bad about you, they feel bad about themselves in some way. — Tila Tequila

Despair is a tedious business and quickly becomes repetitive. — Elizabeth Gilbert

I was hurrying through my own soul ... I was leaning out ... I was listening. — Mary Oliver

When I get you back, I'm gonna put that necklace back around your neck and pin you. He tries to hold my eyes with his own. 'Like the 1950s. — Jenny Han

His gaze locked with mine and a slow grin appeared on his face. He didn't look like he had last night. More like he did every day at school. Worn jeans. A black henley instead of a T-shirt and beat-up sneakers, but goodness, I couldn't think.
Okay. Not true. I could think, but I was thinking things I really had no concept of. I was thinking about those full, slightly curved lips and how they must feel in places...other than my forehead or cheek. I was thinking about his hands and how strong they were and the oddly pleasant calluses on his palms. I was thinking about...about a lot of things - things that now didn't feel so wrong since he was actually single.
Noticing my near-prone position, Ainsley looked over her shoulder. "Oh, my good God almighty," she murmured. "That's him?"
"Yes," I whispered. That was so him. — Jennifer L. Armentrout