#the

I didn't like the way it looked in white trousers, and I couldn't find anything to work underneath them. ↗

— Sara Blakely

#find #i #like #looked #them

My husband is such a healthy eater. Except when it comes to sweets. He never consumes anything except fruit until noon. And then from noon on he might have some brown rice and some tofu, and then, come eight or nine at night, he orders three mud-pie double-chocolate pieces of cake and eats all three of them. ↗

— Sara Blakely

#brown #cake #come #comes #consumes

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

#last #modest #people #privacy #refuge

But as a young kid, I never did, really have an ambition to be a farmer. I never thought, gee, I would like to farm, and I want to raise these crops. I didn't quite know what I wanted to do. ↗

— Sam Donaldson

#crops #did #farm #farmer #gee

Shapewear is the canvas and the clothes are the art. ↗

— Sara Blakely

#canvas #clothes

When I was 7, I came up with the idea of 'charm socks.' My mom would take me to buy bags of plastic charms, we would sew them on frilly white socks, and I sold them at school. ↗

— Sara Blakely

#buy #came #charm #charms #i

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

#counted #counting #does #enough #every

The President and the Democrats on Congress have exploited the financial crisis to advance their socialist big government tax, spend and borrow agenda. ↗

— Bradley A. Blakeman

#agenda #big #big government #borrow #congress

We are at war with enemies that still have the intent to do further damage to Americans at home and abroad. ↗

— Bradley A. Blakeman

#damage #further #home #intent #still

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. ↗

— John Donne

#called #canst #death #die #dost