I think I could turn and live with animals, They are so placid and self-contained! I stand and look at them long and long, They do not sweat and whine about their condition, they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, they do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.'
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I am none of those nonsensical fools that can whine and make romantic love—I leave that to younger brothers. Let my estate speak for me.
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For the first fourteen years for a rod they do whine, For the next as a pearl in the world they do shine, For the next trim beauty beginneth to swerve, For the next matrons or drudges they serve, For the next doth crave a staff for a stay, For the next a bier to fetch them away.
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I think I could turn and live with animals, They are so placid and self-contained! I stand and look at them long and long, They do not sweat and whine about their condition, they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, they do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth."
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When we start deceiving ourselves into thinking not that we want something or need something, not that it is a pragmatic necessity for us to have it, but that it is a moral imperative that we have it, then is when we join the fashionable madmen, and then is when the thin whine of hysteria is heard in the land, and then is when we are in bad trouble.
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'... You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village...
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Two and two continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five.
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Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.
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An alarm clock is a device that makes you rise and whine.
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Two and two continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the ameteur for three, or the cry of the critc for five. (from Whistler vs. Ruskin, 1878)
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Fear less, hope more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Hate less, love more; And all good things are yours.
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Fear less, hope more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Hate less, love more;
And all good things are yours.
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Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less breathe more; talk less, say more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours.
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Fear less, hope more Whine less, breathe more
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Realize that if you have time to whine and complain about something then you have the time to do something about it.
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Your best? Lossers always whine about their best, winners go home and fuck the prom queen
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Thou Shalt Not Whine
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"... You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village...
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