Quotes About Complaint

You have been put too much to literary work,' he said on one of his visits, 'and that is the cause of your complaint.

A Polish man was suffering from constipation, so his doctor pre-scribed suppositories. A week later the Pole complained to the doctor that they didn't produce the desired results. "Have you been taking them regularly?" the doctor asked. "What do you think I've been doing," the Pole replied, "shoving them up my ass?!

Waiter, waiter! There's a twig in my soup. Hold on, sir, I'll get the branch manager.

Why do you complain, Jacob? Why do you say, Israel, "My way is hidden from the Lord; my cause is disregarded by my God"? Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. (Isa. 40:27–29 NIV)

All say, 'how hard it is that we have to die' -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.

I could not really complain, because he had only given me his word of honor as security; I ought to have required of him something substantial.

All say, How hard it is that we have to die—a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

He's waking her in every moment. Disturbing her. Reaching through her and abandoning her at the same time. He throws her down and takes her and cuts her open. The bedspring leaks - a howling, desperate noise of falling down and springing up, even though they don't want to. Refusal is pointless. Complaint has no use. Some crying crawls to the doorway where I stand. It hobbles out from the gap in the door and lands at my feet

Society is in this respect like a fire-the wise man warming himself at a proper distance from it; not coming too close, like the fool, who, on getting scorched, runs away and shivers in solitude, loud in his complaint that the fire burns.

A]t bottom it is the same with traveling as with reading. How often do we complain that we cannot remember one thousandth part of what we read! In both cases, however, we may console ourselves with the reflection that the things we see and read make an impression on the mind before they are forgotten, and so contribute to its formation and nurture…

When the patient complained of pain, Goodman refused to admit that anything needed to be done.

Nabokov complained he was afflicted with total recall, an affliction of which he could be miraculously cured by the presence of a biographer.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand.

He might have wished us good luck," Graystripe complained. "He probably thinks we don't need it," joked Fireheart as they crossed the clearing toward Yellowfang's den.

Us police like our CCTV. It makes our job easier, and our only complaint about the surveillance state is that it's not nearly as seamless as everyone seems to think it is. Just ask anyone who's had to sit through five hundred hours of grainy video on the off-chance someone in a hoody looked the wrong way at the right moment.

Constant complaint is the poorest sort of pay for all the comforts we enjoy.

The worst wheel of the cart makes the most noise.

somehow, I must have given you my dog, Poppy, instead of Shaz." "Thanks a lot," Zoey said. "This damn dog has been barfing for ten minutes. She barfed all over the car, herself, me, it's everywhere. It's disgusting.

Diem complained about "all these soldiers I never asked to come here.

The freedom to complain rests on an assurance that the government won't punish or silence the complainer. The front line in democratization, then, is constraining the government from abusing its monopoly on force to brutalize its uppity citizens.

Hertugen av Edinburgh klaget en dag over at han aldri kunne få tak i en kopp med varm kaffe hos seg. I Buckingham Palace er avstanden mellom kjøkkenet og de private værelser så lang at kaffen blir kald på veien. Stakkarne må koke tevannet sitt på en kokeplate.

Et sa chanson ne ressemblait en rien à toutes celles que, ici, on avait l'habitude d'entendre. C'était une complainte, très vieille et très lente, d'une simplicité terrible et dont chaque mot tombait un à un, comme ces cailloux qu'on jette dans une eau étale et qui la font trembler longtemps, ride sur ride, onde sur onde.

The complaint of bad pay, and difficulty in obtaining it, is almost generally reiterated through every department of education.