#lain

Listen, if my career was to end tomorrow, I would have no complaints whatsoever. ↗

— Rod Stewart

#complaints #end #i #listen #tomorrow

The point is, when you have a chance to have a big adventure, especially if, like in your case, it doesn't hurt anyone, it's just plain foolish not to take it. ↗

— Mink Stole

#anyone #big #big adventure #case #chance

When I see my staff take a step back because I've lost my cool about something food-related, I say never apologise for your standards. If someone doesn't meet them, then you should explain that and that you want it changed. I want my staff to be like that, too. ↗

— Curtis Stone

#apologise #back #because #changed #cool

pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower! ↗

— John Green

#complaining #funny #graduation #humor #john-green

Why does a woman work ten years to change a man's habits and then complain that he's not the man she married? ↗

— Barbra Streisand

#change #complain #does #habits #man

I'm certainly not very book smart, but I started traveling at 16, and it has enriched me in ways I could never begin to explain. ↗

— Hilary Swank

#book #certainly #could #enriched #explain

In Hollywood they usually cast me as villains or priests. ↗

— Max von Sydow

#hollywood #me #priests #usually #villains

Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain,. ↗

— Joshua Sylvester

#base #heaven #high #humble #i

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain. ↗

— Arthur Symons

#brain #deeply #doth #folded #folds

The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#contain #death #eighty #every #grief