Volunteers are the only human beings on the face of the earth who reflect this nation’s compassion, unselfish caring, patience, and just plain love for one another.
ERMA BOMBECKThere’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
More Erma Bombeck Quotes
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Women are never what they seem to be. There is the woman you see and there is the woman who is hidden. Buy the gift for the woman who is hidden.
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Time. It hangs heavy for the bored, eludes the busy, flies by the for young, and runs out for the aged.
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For years, my husband and I have advocated separate vacations. But the kids keep finding us.
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Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.
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Some emotions don’t make a lot of noise. It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint – like a heartbeat. And pure love – why, some days it’s so quiet, you don’t even know it’s there.
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Don’t confuse fame with success. Madonna is one; Helen Keller is the other.
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Laughter rises out of tragedy when you need it the most, and rewards you for your courage.
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When the going gets tough, the tough make cookies.
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I am not a glutton – I am an explorer of food.
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Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
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The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out with only a loaf of bread are three billion to one.
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My theory on housework is, if the item doesn’t multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?
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Grandparenthood is one of life’s rewards for surviving your own children.
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Maybe age is kinder to us than we think. With my bad eyes, I can’t see how bad I look, and with my rotten memory, I have a good excuse for getting out of a lot of stuff.
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Friends are “annuals” that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family is a “perennial” that comes up year after year, enduring the droughts of absence and neglect. There’s a place in the garden for both of them.
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