Happy Birthday Mommy Quotes & Sayings

Feb 6 1945 St. Ann, Jamaica, Daddy was born. I remember us celebrating one of his birthdays in Jamaica at 56 Hope Road with him, no big superstar party, just us kids, Mommy, some cake, few laughs and that was it. Even if he wasn't known to the world on Feb 6th I would still think of him and in my heart say Happy Birthday Daddy. Love. — Ziggy Marley

A real friend is the one who comes in when the whole world has gone out — Denis Waitley

Whatever it is that makes you the person you are - that's what I love. All of it. — Amy Vincent

Words mean nothing. Action is the only thing. Doing. That's the only thing. — Ernest Gaines

Alone again, Beverly relaxed somewhat. It was hard to believe that life could get any worse than this. More than once lately, she had thought about killing herself, erasing the fact that she had ever existed. It would be so easy, so - except that she wouldn't. She didn't respect people who committed suicide. — Ellen Emerson White

It's not my credentials that qualify me to teach my child. It's my God who made me qualified when I became a mom. — Tamara L. Chilver

I don't know anything about this engagement stuff. I never thought I was going to get engaged. — Seann William Scott

The act of God injures no one. — Juvenal

Then I abandoned comics for fine art because I had some romantic vision of being like Vincent Van Gogh Jr. — Bill Griffith

Yeah," I said. Sometimes I was full of halfhearted yeahs. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

He was very rich; he bought eggs to throw at a Chinaman. And one of those eggs missed the Chinaman and hit a policeman. So, Danny was in jail. — John Steinbeck

I guess God made Boston on a wet Sunday. — Raymond Chandler

C.J. had spoken longingly of finding the African termite queen, the glistening white sac that was half a foot long and as thick as a bratwurst, bursting with eggs and creamy insect fat, the queen you ate alive and whole, and she was said to twitch as she went down your throat. (188) — Richard Preston

On my left the shooting had the sharp explosion of the infantry artillery, on my right could be heard the sporadic cannon shots thundering from the front, and up above the sky was clear and the sun bright. — Max Beckmann