Teresa Lo quotes
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You know you've got problems when your head is hanging over the toilet, puking up your dinner, and what you're thinking of is your dad. And how he thinks you're not pretty.
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You never knew this, but I was in love. Okay, infatuated, but it felt like love at the time.
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Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer...It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.
-- Teresa Lo
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I get on fine with my mum and dad, but if they want to see the grandchildren, they come to me.
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When you have kids, you instantly feel that you do not want to do them wrong. Those dads that go off to Florida and start a new life, I couldn't imagine that: seeing my kid once every Christmas, every three years. If I'm gone for six days it feels like too much.
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My dad means a lot to me. He's the one who put a football in my hands.
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Before one can walk as Christ walked, and talk as He talked, he must first begin to think as Christ thought.
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Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
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Think it over, think it under.
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The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority. The second-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the minority. The first-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking.
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Because of a friend, life is a little stronger, fuller, more gracious thing for the friend's existence, whether he be near or far. If the friend is close at hand, that is best; but if he is far away he still is there to think of, to wonder about, to hear from, to write to, to share life and experience with, to serve, to honor, to admire, to love.
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Indo-European peoples and Semitic peoples are today still completely different... Jews almost everywhere form a special society... Muslims (the Semitic spirit is today represented mainly by Islam) and the Europeans stand face to face like two beings of different species, having nothing common in the way of thinking and feeling...
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Anorexia is a response to cultural images of the female body - waiflike, angular - that both capitulates to the ideal and also mocks it, strips away all the ancillary signs of sexuality, strips away breasts and hips and butt and leaves in their place a garish caricature, a cruel cartoon of flesh and bone.
