Read through the most famous quotes by topic #glen
Happily Single is holding out for the best and letting go of the rest. It’s saying “I will and I can” to YOURSELF before you say “I do” to someone else. ↗
#finding-yourself #happily-single #happiness #happy #holding-out-for-the-best
Love shouldn’t require Windex to be clear. It either is or it isn’t. ↗
#clarity #dating #finding-the-one #he-s-just-not-that-into-you #holding-out-for-the-best
Not everything in life has to be about finding “The One.” Sometimes a girl just wants to have fun. ↗
Hope for love, pray for love, wish for love, dream for love…but don’t put your life on hold waiting for love. ↗
#dating #finding-love #living-life-to-the-fullest #living-your-best-life #love
Don't ignore the love you DO have in your life by focusing on the love you DON'T. ↗
#blessings #contentment #finding-love #friendship #glass-half-full
Let us crush these so-called biological clocks that give us nothing but fear, and encourage us to make stupid decisions. Let us crush these biological clocks that hurt us and rob us of the fabulous lives that Jesus died to give us. These clocks that not only hurt us, but hurt many generations after us. It is time. We need you. ↗
#generations #life #singleness #woman #life
She felt about a love set as a painter does about his masterpiece; each ace serve was a form of brushwork to her, and her fantastically accurate shot-placing was certainly a study in composition. ↗
Think about it this way: While being married is about becoming the WIFE you are meant to be, being single allows you to focus on becoming the WOMAN you were born to be. ↗
#being-married #being-single #finding-yourself #loving-yourself #marriage
Money in hand, I glanced up to find Glenn eyeing a rack of stuffed rats. As the salesman rang up my purchase, Glenn leaned close and, still staring at the rats, whispered, “What are those used for?” “I have no idea.” I got my receipt and jammed everything in my bag… Glenn surprised me by opening the car door for me, and as I settled in the seat, he leaned against the frame of the open window. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and strode inside. He was out in a moment with a small white bag. I watched him cross in front of the car—wondering. Timing himself between the traffic, he opened the door and slid in behind the wheel. “Well?” I asked as he set the package between us. “What did you get?” Glenn started the car and pulled out into traffic. “A stuffed rat.” “Oh,” I said, surprised. What the devil was he going to do with it? Even I didn’t know what it was for. I was dying to ask all the way to the FIB building but managed to keep my mouth shut even as we slipped into the cold shade of their underground parking. ↗
