Janice's Favorite Quotes

Sleepy quotes

How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
Bram Stoker

All the sleep I ever needed is five minutes more
Wilson Mizner

No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap
Carrie Snow

Without enough sleep, we all become tall two year olds
JoJo Jensen

A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book
Irish proverb

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow
Charlotte Bronte

You can hit my father over the head with a chair and he won't wake up, but my mother, all you have to do to my mother is cough somewhere in Siberia and she'll hear you
JD Salinger

Sleep is death without the responsibility
Fran Lebowitz

You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
Desmond Tutu

A happy family is but an earlier heaven.
Sir John Bowring

In most homes, the father is concerned with parking space, the children with outer space, and the mother iwth closet space.
Evan Esar

Happiness is having a large, caring, close-knit family in another city.
George Burns

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.
Ogden Nash

I'm not afraid of growing older. My grandmother was the center of our family. I would love to be like her - the grandmother of the family, the godfather of the clan.
Jennifer Aniston

There can be hope only for a society which acts as one big family, ot as many separate ones.
Anwar el-Sadat

The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institutuion I know that works, is the family.
Lee Iacocca

Sometimes it is easy to forget the true meaning of Christmas. The busy traditions of the season and the appealing advertisements for material goods can leave the pure and simple truths far, far behind.

Jake was nine years old with tousled brown hair with blue eyes as bright as a heavenly angel. For as long as Jake could remember he had lived within the walls of a poor orphanage. He was just one of ten children supported by what meager contributions the orphan home could obtain in a continuous struggle seeking donations from townsfolk.

There was very little to eat, but at Christmas time there always seemed to be a little more than usual to eat, the orphange seemed a little warmer, and it was time for a little holiday enjoyment. But more than this, there was the Christmas orange!

Christmas was the only time of year that such a rare treat was provided and it was treasured by each child like no other food admiring it, feeling it, prizing it and slowly enjoying each juicy section. Truly, it was the light of each orphan's Christmas and thier best gift of the season. How Joyful would be the moment when Jake received his orange!

Unknown to him, Jake had somehow managed to track a small amount of mud on his shoes through the front door of the orphange, muddying the new carpet. He hadn't even noticed. Now it was too late and there was nothing he could do to avoid punishment. The punishment was swift and unrelenting. Jake would not be allowed his Christmas orange! It was the only gift he would receive from the harsh world he lived in, yet after a year of waiting for his Christmas orange, is was to be denied him.

Tearfully, Jake pleaded that he be forgiven and promised never to track mud into the orphanage again, but to no avail. He felt hopeless and totally rejected. Jake cried into his pillow all that night and spent Christmas Day feeling empty and alone. He felt that the other children didn't want to be with a boy who had been punished with such a cruel punishment. Perhaps they feared he would ruin their only day of happiness. Maybe, he reasoned, the gulf between him and his friends existed because they feared he would ask for a little of thier oranges. Jake spent the day upstairs, alone, in the unheated dormitory. Huddled under his only blanket, he read about a family marooned on an island. Jake wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life on an isolated island, if he could only have a real family that cared about him.

Bedtime came, and worst of all, Jake couldn't sleep. How could he say his prayers? How could there be a God in Heaven that would allow a lttle soul such as his, to suffer so much all by himself? Silently, he sobbed for the future of mankind that God might end the suffering in the world, both for himself and all others like him.

As he climbed back into bed from the cold, hard floor, a soft hand touched Jake's shoulder, startling him momentarily and an object was silently placed in his hands. The giver diappeared into the darkness, leaving Jake with what, he did not immediately know!

Looking closely at it in the dim light, he saw that it looked like an orange! Not a regular orange, smooth and shiny, but a special orange, very special. Inside a patched together peal were the segments of nine other oranges, making one whole orange for Jake! The nine other children in the orphanage had each donated one segment of thier own precious oranges to make a whole orange as a gift for Jake.

Sharing what we truly value is the true spirit of Christmas. Our Heavenly Father gave us His beloved Son. May we, like the children in the orphanage, find ways to share His love with others less blessed.

Unknown

It must be a conspiracy! There is absolutely no question in my mind that something is out to get me! The peace and tranquility that should exist in my home is about to collapse....The foundation of my family's harmony is about to crack and crumble....
I really try to set the mood. As conferecnce time approaches, I get everything prepared. There are pictures of the Prophet, Tabernacle and various general authorities throughout the house. The Tabernacle Choir sings hymns each evening at bedtime. Conference issues of the Ensign are left around on end tables and nightstands and I keep discussing the current weather conditions in Salt Lake.
With all this careful preparation, my family should be ready to watch confernce, right? Wrong!
The first thing that happens is that confernce Sunday dawns bright and cheery but everyone at our house wants to sllep in. So groggy, pajama-clad bodies eventually stagger into the living room and collapse on the floor and couch in time to hear "Elder Somebody" give an opening prayer. Things go steadily downhell from there. One or two of our music experts want to know why we always have to hear the Tabernacle Choir? After all, wouldn't Wham of Duran Duran add more public appeal? (And it would be a great missionary idea!)
By the time the first speaker is introduced, three children have asked if it's time for the closing prayer. I've had to roll junior onto his side to muffle his snoring, and the baby has made a burping noise that has sent everyone into gales of laughter. Next, they ask for Snickers and Twinkies - so I get busy fixing breakfast.
As soon as everyone has been fed, the baby's messy diaper has been changed, a quart of milk has been mopped up, four fistfights have been refereed and 382 questions have been asked, i sigh, sit back, relax and listen to the choir sing "God be with you til we meet again."
I would probably feel annoyed about having missed the session, but I realize that my husband and teenagers have sat peacefully through the spiritual feast. Then I notice my son's foot tapping. Further investigation reveals the earphones and walkman radio. Another teen has a phone adhered to her ear and occasionally mumbles, "yeah... mmmm....nah...." (I'd thought she was commenting on statements being made by the speakers!)
Oh well, at least I'm confident my husband would never let me down! As I glance at him, he has a peaceful expression on his face. His eyes are closed in a silent prayer of thanks for the messages he's just heard. I gently brush my lips across his cheek and am rewarded with even breathing and a soft snore.
You know, I can hardly wait for six months to pass so we can once again enjoy conference.
I guess I haven't quite got the right combination yet for successful conference viewing. If you've ever had any problems in the area, my I suggest you read the March 1985 Ensign, pages 41-43. Perhaps "Confernce - It's for the whole family" is the article for you.

Verlynn Smith

When a group of professional asked a group of 4 to 8 year olds "What does love mean?" They got some pretty profound answers - here are my favorites.....

When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got srthritis too.
Rebecca age 8

When someone loved you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in thier mouth.
Billy age 4

Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other
Karl age 5

Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your Frence fries without making them give you any of thiers
Chrissy age 6

Love is what makes you smile when you're tired
Terri age 4

Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss
Emily age 8

Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen
Bobby age 7

If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate
Nikka age 6

Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday
Nielle age 7

Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well
Tommy age 6

During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.
Cindy age 8

My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.
Clare age 6

Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken
Elaine age 5

Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford
Chris age 7

Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day
Mary Ann age 4

When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you
Karen age 7

Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross
Mark age 6

You really shouldn't say I love you unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget
Jessica age 8

And the best one is a four year old whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman'e yard, climbed onto his lap and just sat there.
When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, Nothing, I just helped him cry.

May all your days be filled with the gift of true and abiding love!