Best Bother Quotes

What is it about death that bothers me? Probably the hours.

It bothers me that the average fan, the average sportswriter for that matter, pays so much attention to what’s in a box score. A box score does not properly represent the most important thing – team play. It shows some guy scoring 27 points, but it doesn’t show that my 27-point man let his guy score 30.

Don’t bother to examine a folly-ask yourself only what it accomplishes.

I’ve gotten a lot of livid letters about the awfulness of my work. I’ve never known what to make of it. Why do people bother to write if they hate what I do?

To change, to convert? Why bother?

I don’t care who wins because I go to sporting events to scream. It’s the one place on the planet you can shout anything you want. You can bellow at will, and nobody will bother you. I yell things like, ‘My life sucks! Dan Quayle is a schmuck! If I don’t have sex soon, I’m going to explode!’ Parents turn to their kids as I leave the stadium and go, ‘Hey, there goes a great fan.

Will it/won’t it be back kind of game is never fun but I’ve been doing it for over 10 years and it’s the name of the game really. As an actress, you never know what next year’s going to bring, whether you’re doing films or seasons for TV. It’s just the way it is. You can let it drive you crazy, or you cannot. I choose not to let it bother me too much and just always hope for the best.

It always bothers me to see people writing RIP when a person dies. It just feels so insincere and like a cop out. To me, RIP is the microwave dinner of posthumous honours.

It bothers me to know there is the possibility that I as a Christian would be not only an underdog, but that I would be trodden upon if I claimed that I was a Christian.

Lana Del Rey seems to be bothering everybody because she allegedly remade herself from a folk singing, girl-next-door type into an electro-urban kitty cat on the prowl (of course I like her), and they feel she is inauthentic.

Would I still feel this way on leaving the party tonight? Or would I find cunning ways to latch on to minor defects so they’d start to bother me and allow me to snuff the dream till it tapered off and lost its luster and, with its luster gone, remind me once again, as ever again, that happiness is the one thing that in our lives others cannot bring.

I write about what I’m thinking about. I write about what is bothering me or what is a political, aesthetic, or ethical issue or something, and then I figure out how to do it. I don’t write essays that kind of just sustain one thought. I tend to move around because that’s what I like.

People do make assumptions about models. That’s their issue, not mine. It doesn’t bother me because I’m comfortable enough in my own skin – I know who I am.

I think half the point of painting a picture is that you don’t know what will happen… that if painters did know what was going to happen they wouldn’t bother to do it.

Slumps don’t bother me.

You can take Elvis. You can take Marilyn Monroe. Success and fame will not be the answer if something inside of you is bothering you, if things in your mind aren’t going right.

There are always people always asking you for something. But I feel like I have a foundation. I have a supporting cast where it doesn’t bother me too much.

Magnify the father, why bother with something lesser?

I never get discouraged about anything. If I got discouraged I wouldn’t keep giving out the script then the movie wouldn’t be made. The biggest thing about movie industry is to never get discouraged because once you get discouraged you lose interest. You’ll stop being successful in something you love doing. If you get discouraged in things and not even want to finish or do them, then why even bother starting?

When something is bothering me, I write a song that tells my feelings.

I get too hungry for dinner at eight. I like the theater, but never come late. I never bother with people I hate. That’s why the lady is a tramp.

The architect had not stopped to bother about columns and porticos, proportions or interiors, or any limitation upon the epic he sought to materialize; he had simply made a servant of Nature – art can go no further.

My dad finds Twitter just infinitely unrelatable. He’s like, ‘Why would I want to tell anybody what I had for a snack, it’s private?!’ And I’m like, ‘Why would you even have a snack if you didn’t tell anybody? Why bother eating?’

Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things and I’ll show you a man who cannot be trusted to do big things.

One of the things that bothers me most is the growing belief in the country that security is more important than freedom. It ain’t.

We have a language that is full of ambiguities; we have a way of expressing ourselves that is often complex and elusive, poetic and modulated; all our thoughts can be rendered with absolute clarity if we bother to put the right dots and squiggles between the words in the right places. Proper punctuation is both the sign and the cause of clear thinking. If it goes, the degree of intellectual impoverishment we face is unimaginable.

Oh, my bad … I’m sorry for bothering you. I forgot I only exist when you need me for something.

Screw guilt — I could have sex with 10 men and it wouldn’t bother me. I’m an atheist!

I don’t care if people think I’m gay. I know I’m not, so it doesn’t bother me.

I rarely listen to music while writing. If I don’t like it, it bothers me, and if I like it, it absorbs me so much I can’t write.

So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was in the open again … and then his ears … and then his front paws … and then his shoulders … and then-‘Oh, help!’ said Pooh, ‘I’d better go back,’ ‘Oh bother!’ said Pooh, ‘I shall have to go on.’ ‘I can’t do either!’ said Pooh, ‘Oh help and bother!

I might have known, said Eeyore. After all, one can’t complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said ‘Bother!’. The Social Round. Always something going on.

Homophobia is manufactured in high schools, so its probably useful to keep in mind that it really does bother people.

I seem to be less depressed but also less hopeful now in my thirties. My widow’s peak bothers me. I think a lot about the end of the human race. And so on.

I don’t have a clue. These things don’t bother me. I think about the technical stuff but not how many steps or what my heart rate is.