A Quote by Jeetendra

As a child, I loved to eat sweets and enjoyed festivities and celebrations. — © Jeetendra
As a child, I loved to eat sweets and enjoyed festivities and celebrations.
Picture and sculpture are the celebrations and festivities of form.
The holidays are my favorite time of year! Christmas was always one of the biggest celebrations in Sweden, and I look forward to the festivities each year.
I eat like a child! Oh my God. It's terrible. My child eats way healthier than me! She loves the veggies. She doesn't like packaged sweets.
At first, learning to bake was purely selfish, but I quickly learned I can't eat every batch of cookies myself, so I would bake and eat what I wanted and give the rest away. I fell in love with feeding others as much as I loved eating sweets myself.
I don't snack. I don't generally eat sweets or drink soda. I never eat between meals or even before big ones.
I've never been a huge sweets eater, and I've always loved a Mediterranean diet. We eat a lot of dark leafy greens, and a couple meals each week are meat-free. We enjoy eating a balanced diet.
I always enjoyed sport. I was a bit of a wild child, to be honest, and just loved running around.
When I'm working I actually forget to eat. I don't eat sweets because I don't care about them. I have no real secrets. I just realize that as I get older I should stay strong so I exercise more.
I'm an addictive person. If I open a bag of sweets, I won't just eat one or two, I'll eat the lot. If I go and play on my computer, it won't be just for an hour, it'll be for five hours.
Parties are intended to be celebrations, and celebrations should be only for those who have something to celebrate.
As a child, I loved being onstage. I loved singing, I loved the lights, I loved the adrenaline. I even loved learning lines. I was completely obsessive.
No person that has enjoyed the sweets of liberty can be insensible of its infinite value, or can reflect on its reverse without horror and detestation
I don't eat sweets. I'm not a big dessert guy.
Please don't kill the child. I want the child. Please give me the child. I am willing to accept any child who would be aborted and to give that child to a married couple who will love the child and be loved by the child.
Tiffany knew what the problem was immediately. She'd seen it before, at birthday parties. Her brother was suffering from tragic sweet deprivation. Yes, he was surrounded by sweets. But the moment he took any sweet at all, said his sugar-addled brain, that meant he was not taking all the rest. And there were so many sweets he'd never be able to eat them all. It was too much to cope with. The only solution was to burst into tears.
I hardly eat sweets and I've cut down on carbs.
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