Quotes About Complaint

Wake up," the white warrior meowed, giving Lionblaze another prod. "What are you, a dormouse?" "Did you have to do that?" Lionblaze complained. "I was having this really great dream. . . ." "And now you can go on a really great water patrol." Cloudtail's tone was unsympathetic.

In presenting problems without solutions, in posing questions without answers, in retreating to the hermetic, cavernous abode of complaint, pessimism is guilty of that most inexcusable of Occidental crimes – the crime of not pretending it's all for a reason.

We have first rais'd a Dust, and then complain, we cannot see.

you can't sleep here because your colour will come off on the sheets, said the woman who had a sign for lodgings in her window, people was that rude and ignorant back then, they spoke their mind and didn't care that they hurt you because there was no anti-discrimination laws to stop them the only thing you can do is leave here and never come back, the policeman advised us when we went to complain

Abner Larrabee's wife, who is a social leader in town, wailed piteously in a letter to the editor of the Mammoth Falls Gazette that her prize peonies had been stoned to death just before they reached the full glory of their bloom. She complained bitterly about "wanton boys who create mischief with their teen-age pranks" and wondered when the mayor was going to do something about the problem of juvenile delinquency.

God shined down his light on our fair city and conferred an Apple Store upon us. Did I really have any reason to complain?

Tune your television to any channel it doesn't receive and about 1 percent of the dancing static you see is accounted for by this ancient remnant of the Big Bang. The next time you complain that there is nothing on, remember that you can always watch the birth of the universe.

I find that the world is changing much, much faster than I can even bitch about it.

Being this handsome. It is not easy, you realize.' 'And yet you suffer without complaint.

É aquele estupido marido que tenho. - disse para o velho cão. - Em vez de me dar uma trancada,bate no raio do piano. Vamos lá dizer-lhe para se calar.

Perhaps it is true that a representation of only the female side of things - which tends to be one long protest and complaint rather than the portrayal of a full and substantive existence - is limited. But an equally relevant question, one much less frequently asked, is: Is it more limited than the prevailing male view of things, which when not taken as absolute truth - is at least seen as "serious," relevant and important?

A brand is as much an open invitation to complain as it is a promise to deliver

Whatever. Boris, must you constantly breathe on me?

Everyone complained. Complaint was universal.

When we only name the problem, when we state complaint without a constructive focus or resolution, we take hope away. In this way critique can become merely an expression of profound cynicism, which then works to sustain dominator culture.

When we only name the problem, when we state complaint without a constructive focus on resolution, we take away hope.

When we only name the problem, when we state complaint without a constructive focus on resolution, we take away hope. In this way critique can become merely an expression of profound cynicism, which then works to sustain dominator culture.

The chicken is a little dry and/or you've ruined my life.

The wheel that squeaks the loudestIs the one that gets the grease.

A Belgian motorist was complaining that his turn signal had been defective and was going :"once it worked!, once it didn't work!, once it worked!, once it didn't work!, once it...."

That's so unfair!" Carson protested.

No duerme nadie por el mundo. Nadie, nadie. No duerme nadie. Hay un muerto en el cementerio más lejano que se queja tres años porque tiene un paisaje seco en la rodilla;

and when he lay down, Ethan was first to hop onto the bed, and then came the other two kittens, and after midnight my husband got up to let whichever one of those kittens wanted outside, he staggered around and let those kittens in and out, never uttered a word of complaint, never swore, because he said those kittens were like our children, and children when they're little are sacred .. even if they are good for nothing, said my husband the state prize laureate...

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