A Quote by Clementine Paddleford

Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where you backbone ought to be. — © Clementine Paddleford
Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where you backbone ought to be.
We like them big ... but we'll settle for players with three kinds of bones - a funnybone, a wishbone and a backbone. The funnybone is to enjoy a laugh, even at one's own expense. The wishbone is to think by, set one's goals high and have dreams and ambitions. And the backbone - well, that's what a player needs to get up and go to work and make those dreams come true.
Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.
The wishbone will never replace the backbone.
Get a backbone, not a wishbone.
We need a backbone, not a wishbone.
The [Liberal] federal government's trouble is that they have a wishbone where they should have a backbone.
To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone.
The individual activity of one man with backbone will do more than a thousand men with a mere wishbone.
Many a man has failed because he had his wishbone where his backbone should have been.
Put your backbone where your wishbone is.
Dream big . . . don't let anybody or anything break your wishbone. Stay strong, full of faith, and courageous... keep that backbone straight. And along the way, don't forget to laugh and enjoy the journey.
You don't need a wishbone, you need a backbone.
You see that in his foreign policy [Barack] Obama lacks a backbone - both a constitutional backbone and a personal backbone.
Although she was not a politician, my grandmother gave me the most important lesson I've ever received and one I carry with me today. That all you need to be successful in life is three things: your wishbone to dream big, your jawbone to speak the truth, and your backbone to persevere through it all.
I am a king's daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair. No one dares to cherish What I choose to crave. Never have I hungered, For that I did not have I am a kings daughter, And I grow old within The prison of my person, The shackles of my skin. And I would run away And beg from door to door, Just to see your shadow Once, and never more.
We must all learn to live together as brothers. Or we will all perish together as foolsFor some strange reason I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. And you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be.
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