Quotes About Engagement

make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and then sink yourself into that" (Gal. 6: 4 MSG).

Every relation challenges; every relation asks me to be something, do something, respond. Close off response and what is left? Bearing...enduring...waiting.

At least poppy never boared you. Half the marriages i know are temple to boredom

Anne lives each moment of the day as if it were the first and the last, with the whole of herself.

Whatever people I take into my life I take in because they challenge me and I challenge them at the deepest level. Such relationships are rarely serene, but they are nourishing.

Love life. Engage in it. Give it all you've got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it.

I want all my senses engaged. Let me absorb the world's variety and uniqueness.

When you do nothing you feel overwhelmed and powerless. But when you get involved you feel the sense of hope and accomplishment that comes from knowing you are working to make things better.

When I walk in, they may like me or dislike me, but everybody knows I'm here

Glasses clinked and voices rubbed each other.

Love life, engage in it, give it all you've got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it.

I began this lifelong lesson. If human beings eat a thing, and if I am not so violently repelled by my own upbringing that I cannot speak, and if it is visually clean within reason, and if I am not allergic to the offering, I will sit at the table and with all the gusto I can manufacture I will join in the feast. P.S. I call this a lifelong lesson for I have not fully learned it and I am often put to the test...

Their remarks and responses were like a Ping-Pong game with each volley clearing the net and flying back to the opposition. The sense of what they were saying became lost, and only the exercise remained. The exchange was conducted with the certainty of a measured hoedown and had the jerkiness of Monday's wash snapping in the wind—now cracking east, then west, with only the intent to whip the dampness out of the cloth.

My audience listened, mouths agape, as I reeled my story before them. Their imaginations had been good, but mine was better. They had been amusing themselves, but I was motivated by the desire to escape.

They never hesitated to hold up their hands in response to a teacher's question; even when they were wrong they were wrong aggressively, while I had to be certain about all my facts before I dared to call attention to myself.

Jimmy Baldwin was a whirlwind who stirred everything and everybody. He lived at a dizzying pace and I loved spinning with him.

Whoa, wait a minute, Coletrane. Are you proposing to me?" "Well I would if you'd let me finish," he grumbled.

Hell, yea, I want something. I want you to stop avoiding me.

You never once looked away from your food. It was as if you were afraid it was going to get up and walk off your plate.

Eyes," he snapped. "On me, Mia. Always on me. You don't come with your eyes closed. I want to see everything you have when I'm inside you. You don't ever shut me out.

Chaz looks me dead in the eye and says, 'Why yes, Lizzie. I'm manically depressed because the girl I've finally realized I've always been in love with, and who I was beginning to think just might love me back, turned around and got herself engaged to my best friend, who, frankly, doesn't deserve her. Does that answer your question?

My shoulders sagged. Really, is it too much to ask that I be able to come home from a long day of work and relax? Oh, no. I have to come home and read a bunch of letters written to the love of my life by his fiancée, who, if I am correct, had him killed a hundred and fifty years ago. Then, as if that is not bad enough, he wants me to explain the Vietnam War.

Communication goes two ways. Somebody has to talk. And somebody has to listen.

Are you flirting with me?