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When you’re busy, avoid taking the quickest action. Instead make the extra effort to truly serve the customer. ↗
#customer-service #inspirational #self-improvement #success #business
Tanned, toned, curves in the right places and that small waist…lips, hair, eyes all packaged up like a siren. If she’s a siren, I heard her call, and I’m diving in hook, line, and sinker. - Drew Donovan ↗
#college #donovan-brothers #drew-donovan #kailin-gow #loving-summer
That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them. ↗
Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed. ↗
#disappointment #expectations #misattributed #l-m-montgomery
Do you know, Mrs. Allan, I'm thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much." "True friendship is a very helpful thing indeed," said Mrs. Allan, "and we should have a very high ideal of it , and never sully it by any failure in truth and sincerity. I fear the name of friendship is often degraded to a kind of intimacy that had nothing of real friendship in it. ↗
There is no model, no actress, no Miss America contender that can outshine a happy, confident, secure woman. ↗
#beautiful-confidence #beauty #being-yourself #confident #happiness
When the first of us failed at growing or herding or plowing the fields, we were told that we could sign a piece of paper and get money for the land, without anyone taking it. Mortgage, this was called, a piece of banker’s cleverness that sounded good to many. I spoke against this trick, but who listened to Nanapush? People signed the paper, got money, came home night after night full of whiskey and food. Suddenly the foreclosure notices were handed out and the land was barred. It belonged to someone else. ↗
#food
One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom. ↗
I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit. ↗
