Best Grown Man Quotes

I was ecstatic they re-named ‘French Fries’ as ‘Freedom Fries’. Grown men and women in positions of power in the U.S. government showing themselves as idiots.

You shouldn’t speak until you know what you’re talking about. That’s why I get uncomfortable with interviews. Reporters ask me what I feel China should do about Tibet. Who cares what I think China should do? I’m a f***ing actor! They hand me a script. I act. I’m here for entertainment, basically, when you whittle everything away. I’m a grown man who puts on makeup.

I’ve made a lot of grown men cry with laughter, because I really am quite the joke.

Very often, I don’t make it through moments of recording because it is genuinely funny and absolutely ridiculous that a 60-year-old grown man is making these noises.

I ain’t no gangster. I’m a grown man trying to run a business.

I’m not sure that acting is something for a grown man to be doing.

It’s very funny to see a Justin Bieber song done by a bunch of grown men.

Boys like it when you talk to them as if they were grown men—at least he always did when he was a kid—because they pretend that’s what they are anyhow, grown-up men, and they do it for their entire lives.

Fiction is to grown men what play is to the child.

I’d rather be a boy playing with a paper plane, than to be a grown man playing with a woman’s heart.

Congressman is the trivialist distinction for a full grown man.

Cause even grown men need understanding.

It’s one of the ironies of mountaineering,’ said Young, ‘that grown men are happy to spend months preparing for a climb, weeks rehearsing and honing their skills, and at least a day attempting to reach the summit. And then, having achieved their goal, they spend just a few moments enjoying the experience, along with one or two equally certifiable companions who have little in common other than wanting to do it all again, but a little higher.

Grown men should not be having sex with prostitutes unless they are married to them.

Children have as much mind to show that they are free, that their own good actions come from themselves, that they are absolute and independent, as any of the proudest of you grown men, think of them as you please.

I do believe that you have to bring some degree of truth from yourself to the role [Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street ]in and I’ll admit it here, I have shaved a grown man before. I have done it. And it wasn’t Tim [Burton].

There is no escaping, at times, the gloomy suspicion that fiddling with pens and ink is, after all, no fit employment for a grown man.

The quest for this unwearied peace is constant and universal. Probe deeply into the teaching of Buddha, Maimonides, or a Kempis, and you will discover that they base their diverse doctrines on the foundation of a large spiritual serenity. Analyze the prayers of troubled, overborne mankind of all creeds, in every age-and their petitions come down to the irreducible common denominators of daily bread and inward peace. Grown men do not pray for vain trifles. When they lift up their hearts and voices in the valley of tears they ask for strength and courage and understanding.

I’m a grown man. You know, I’ve been in a lot of scrapes, but I never felt like I got so – there are probably a lot of things I should have done that I didn’t do.

Standing in public in other people’s clothes, pretending to be someone else. It’s a strange way for a grown man to make a living.

In the Great Depression in which I grew up and remember vividly, unemployment was over 25 percent, and over 35 percent where I lived. A grown man would work all day, 16 hours, for a dollar. I remember hundreds of people walking by, people who had come down from the North just to get warm. They would come to our house as beggars even though they might have a college education. People didn’t have money. They bartered; they’d trade eggs or pigs. It was just completely different.

There is something silly about grown men and women striving to reduce their vision of themselves and of civilization to bean counting.

I’m a business man and I’m a grown man. I spend a lot of time thinking about how to restructure my life, support my family with this music… I don’t have time to deal with the repercussions of breaking somebody’s jaw or breaking their nose.

When as a child I laughed and wept, time crept. When as a youth I waxed more bold, time strolled. When I became a full-grown man, time RAN. When older still I daily grew, time FLEW. Soon I shall find, in passing on, time gone. O Christ! wilt Thou have saved me then? Amen.

Dante would not have forgotten: they say that when Dante was a boy, he was asked: Dante what is the best food? to test his memory. Eggs, replied Dante. Years later, when Dante was a grown man, he was asked only: how? and Dante replied: fried.

I had grown a thin mustache, I was a full-grown man, and yet I was completely helpless and without a goal in life.

I long for the day when advertising will become a business for a grown man.

That food nourishes, sleep refreshes, and fire warms us; that to sow in the seed-time is the way to reap in the harvest, and, in general, that to obtain such or such ends, such or such means are conducive, all this we know, not by discovering any necessary connexion between our ideas, but only by the observation of the settled laws of nature, without which we should be all in uncertainty and confusion, and a grown man no more know how to manage himself in the affairs of life than an infant just born.

I was as afraid as the next man in my time and maybe more so. But with the years, fear had come to be regarded as a form of stupidity to be classed with overdrafts, acquiring a venereal disease or eating candies. Fear is a child’s vice and while I loved to feel it approach, as one does with any vice, it was not for grown men and the only thing to be afraid of was the presence of true and imminent danger in a form that you should be aware of and not be a fool if you were responsible for others.

There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.

I had grown men cry. I mean, literally.

Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing – that’s what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.

Grown men, he told himself, in flat contradiction of centuries of accumulated evidence about the way grown men behave, do not behave like this.

Grown men do not need leaders.

Nothing in progression can rest on its original plan. We may as well think of rocking a grown man in the cradle of an infant.