Ah, jeez... She really is a cheerleader.' And it seemed suddenly that this was true- not because she was an airhead or a hottie or a nonjock, but because she could throw herself so wholeheartedly into someone else's cause, because she could care so much and try so hard from the sidelines. Margaret Peterson Haddix
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
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Unknown
You're beautiful, but you're empty.. One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. <span...
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Unknown
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, alistening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, allof which have the potential to turn a life around.
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Leo Buscaglia
This life is for loving, sharing, learning, smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing, hugging, helping, dancing, wondering, healing, and even more loving. I choose to live life this way. I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in...
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Steve Maraboli
Love does not cost anything. Kind words and deeds do not cost anything. The real beauty of the world is equal for everyone to see. It was given by God equally to all, without restrictions. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Everyone, was given a beautiful vehicle in which...
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Carla Jo Masterson
More Quotes By Margaret Peterson Haddix
Maybe everyone is just waiting for someone else to save them.
I want to Live! Not Die, Not Hide, LIVE!
And Nedley started saying, ' Shut Up! Quit that! And i knew it really meant something to him. So I asked for his help, " Mark said. "Don't tell the story like that, " Nedley laughed. "What he said was 'Quit pretendin you're a bad...
A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, "Can you tell me..? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions...
Oh, Myr, " he chokes out. "I hate having to ask this of you.." He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it's too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats...
