Quotes About Engagement

The true spirit of conversation consists more in bringing out the cleverness of others than in showing a great deal of it yourself.

A man cannot please long who has only one kind of wit.

Chaque moderne porte en soi une petite Église infaillible dont il est le Christ et le Pontife et la grosse affaire est d'attirer le plus grand nombre possible de paroissiens.

Mais, après avoir accordé un sourire à ce roman d'autrefois, il revint aussitôt à l'unique objet de ses préoccupations actuelles.

Perhaps no place in any community is so totally democratic as the town library. The only entrance requirement is interest.

The way you overcome shyness is to become so wrapped up in something that you forget to be afraid.

Philosophy is the toil which can never tire persons engaged in it. All ways are strewn with roses, and the farther you go, the more enchanting objects appear before you and invite you on.

It's this way. When a fellow gets out on the creeks, he's so busy and has so much to be thinking about all the time that he doesn't have much chance to worry about women, especially with all the hard physical labor involved,' an old-timer told Marshall. 'It's only when a man's mind hasn't got anything to occupy it and his body's got nothing to get it tired that he can't get along without any women.

What does the @ mean? Someone tell me how twitter works.

Life won't just happen to you boy, he said. You have to happen to it.

He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again...

When a street musician lowered his violin to inquire, 'Hey lovely, what you got there?' she said, 'Musicians who ask questions,' and kept on dragging.

the stories poured from him, and Lazlo listened. He listened the way a cactus drinks rain. In

Life won't just happen to you, boy. You have to happen to it. Remember: the spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.

George Burns was more athletic than you think he was. And he was a very social man--he loved people, he enjoyed life. He worked at living. Old George was a social lion, he got around and did things. That's the key right there. It starts with your brain. Some people, when they get to 60 years old have no interests anymore, have no friends left. George Burns was busy all the time doing something.

The best thing about being an artist, instead of a madman or someone who writes letters to the editor, is that you get to engage in satisfying work. Even if you never publish a word, you have something important to pour yourself into.

Anyway, I gave her the ring. We were serious at the time. Words were spoken, promises made, unborn children were imagined and named! We were twenty-two years old. We get engaged, everything is fine, and then—well, a decade goes by.

The quickest way for a parent to get a child's attention is to sit down and look comfortable.

None of us works entirely in a vacuum. Unless you are uncompromisingly working to please yourself you must think to whom your photography is directed and how is it likely to be received.

There is no better distraction in this world than losing oneself in books for awhile.

Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else's.

I hate it when you answer a question with a question." "No you don't, you think it's charming.

Miss Cecily," she gasped, and then her eyes went to Will. She clapped a hand over her mouth, turned, and bolted back into the house. "Oh, dear," said Tessa. "I have that effect on women," Will said. " I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me." "I can still change my mind," Tessa said sweetly. "Don't you dare-," he began with a breathless half laugh.

Now don't go wandering off, William," she said with a meaningful glance. "I don't want to lose you in the crowd." Will's jaw set. "I'm getting the oddest feeling that you're enjoying this," he said under his breath. "Nothing odd about it." Feeling unbelievably bold, Tessa chucked him under the chin with the tip of her lace fan. "Simply behave yourself.