A Quote by Lynda Resnick

I like a hem below my knee even though I was blessed with fairly good gams. — © Lynda Resnick
I like a hem below my knee even though I was blessed with fairly good gams.
Below the knee, halfway down the arm, and two finger widths below the collarbone.
I try to keep my feet on the ground. Even though I appreciate the fame and adoration, I remember once I used to pick cotton, and I felt like even then I was somebody. I have the same feet, hands and heart like everyone else. I'm just also blessed with a good voice.
I might look like a honey-eyed schoolgirl on the outside, in my skirt with its regulation four-inches-above-the-knee hem. But I'll rip those tassels off your shoes, old man. Just try Googling me.
Grief is like mending a knee. You can mend the knee and make it function, but the knee never actually heals.
It doesn't seem like it's been 50 years. I don't even feel like I'm 50 years old yet, though I've had all these knee and back operations.
So even though I consider myself a fairly upbeat person, energetic and things like that, I never do very well on happiness tests.
There is, indeed, nothing more annoying than to be, for instance, wealthy, of good family, nice-looking, fairly intelligent, and even good-natured, and yet to have no talents, no special faculty, no peculiarity even, not one idea of one's own, to be precisely "like other people.
I think God has blessed us. He has blessed the Republican Party with some very good candidates. The Democrats can't even find one.
Below the 40th latitude there is no law; below the 50th no god; below the 60th no common sense and below the 70th no intelligence whatsoever.
I like to think that good people win. But even good people have other sides. Most people will slow down to get a good look at an accident, even though they won't admit it.
Down below all the crust of human conceptions, of human ideas, Christ sank an artesian well into a source of happiness so pure and blessed that even yet the world does not believe in it.
Non-comprehenders are often distressed. Not you, though-because with good humor you're blessed. After all, your thoughts went like this, I dare say: It was none but the Lord who made us that way.
Act like you're blessed. Talk like you're blessed. Walk like you're blessed. Put actions behind your faith, and one day you will see it become a reality.
I feel lucky. I feel blessed. If you get blessed with some ability, I think you have to work hard at it. Michael Jordan was a great basketball player, but he wasn't the best shooter, even though he had the skill, and he had to work and work at it.
My 'new' knee now feels like a bionic knee compared with my old one.
All I ever learned at my mother's knee was what a bony knee looked like.
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