complaining

I personally believe we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.

When you aren't satisfied with what has already been done, make something better. That is the greatest responsibility and the true freedom of creativity. The freedom is in that it doesn't need to complain.

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

When people complain of your complexity, they fail to remember that they made fun of your simplicity.

Someone may have all the technical knowledge, scientific intellect and business know-how but when he/she decides to choose laziness, excuses, procrastination, complaining and other bad attitudes, his/her relevance is meaningless.

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!

With every breath you take, someone just took their last. Stop complaining about life. It has given you much more than what you appreciate.

Better channel your words into prayer, than into complaints. Zip your mouth and make a plan.

What you're supposed to do when you don't like a thing is change it. If you can't change it, change the way you think about it. Don't complain.

In our society, the sound of men complaining is like nails on a chalkboard.

Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.

Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.

There's a rule of thumb in politics. If you're at a point where you're complaining about the other guy being mean and unfair and uncivil, that's probably a sign that you're losing.

That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

Those who complain most are most to be complained of.

Complaint is the largest tribute Heaven receives.

The usual fortune of complaint is to excite contempt more than pity.

A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.