Quotes About Bad days

A lot of first-time mothers worry about how they will cope. But I'm more patient than I thought I would be even though there are good days and bad days.

I think the idea of a 'perfect job' is a myth - there are pros and cons of every position, good days and bad days, and even what most people would consider dream jobs come with their share of downsides.

Because there would be lonely days. And bad days. And days when I wondered what the hell I had just agreed to be part of. Because that was all part of the adventure too.

I felt a little better. I did. I reminded myself of something else Marc had said: that no journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road to be traversed and survived.

that no journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived. I

It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days...when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something, and...all that...

Swallow your apologies. None of them mean shit to me. And all you have these days are bad days.

Never blame a day in your life... good days give you happiness, bad days give you experience. Both are essential to life, all are God's blessings. Good Morning!

Never regret a day in your life. Good days give you happiness and bad days give you experience. Both are essential in life. All are God's blessings, have a great day.

I hate hearing about pretty women being upset...bad days is for ugly hoes you ask me.

Bad days my memory functions no better than an out-of-focus kaleidoscope, but other days me recall is painfully perfect.

The press had missed the real story: that our front man, guitarist and songwriter was beginning to unravel in a serious way. We weren't oblivious to the fact, but from our point of view Syd was having good days and bad days, and the bad days seemed to be increasing in number.

The knives I keep in my apartment are just sharp enough to open envelopes with. Cutting a slice of coarse bread is on the borderline of their capacity. I don't need anything sharper. Otherwise, on bad days, it might easily occur to me that I could always go and split my throat. Against such a contingency it's nice to have the added security of needing to go downstairs and borrow a decent knife from a neighbour.