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Complaining about a problem without offering a solution is called whining.
A complaining tongue reveals an ungrateful heart.
Before you complain today, be grateful you have breath to complain with.
Without whining and without making myself a tragic figure, there is no replacement for the loss of your privacy. It’s a huge sacrifice.
It’s kind of ironic that my character is a doctor who acts very gay with his best friend. I don’t see how gays could ever be doctors, they spend too much time whining about everything. Just get off your soapbox and go back to designing floral arrangements.
There follows a little obscenity here, a dash of philosophy there, considerable whining overall, and a modern satirical novel is born.
Whining is a virus, a lethal, infectious, epidemic disease.
Well, I have a message for the nameless , gutless whimperers out there. Quit whining. Unlike some other shows, we here at CROSSFIRE actually present both sides of the issue. … Look, if you want namby-pamby one-sided arguments go to Fox.
She sees ghosts, said Samuel, impatient with my whining. I see dead people, I deadpanned back. Oddly, it was Uncle Mike who laughed. I hadn’t thought he’d be a moviegoer.
You just hear this constant whining, complaining about a loss of competitiveness, America in decline
The New Englanders, by their canting, whining and insinuating tricks, have persuaded the rest of the colonies that the government is going to make absolute slaves of them.
Magnetism is one of the Six Fundamental Forces of the Universe, with the other five being Gravity, Duct Tape, Whining, Remote Control, and The Force That Pulls Dogs Toward The Groins Of Strangers.
There’s no point whining about missed opportunities.
The proud spirit of the original owners of these vast prairies inherited through centuries of fierce and bloody wars for their possession, lingered last in the bosom of Sitting Bull. With his fall the nobility of the Redskin is extinguished, and what few are left are a pack of whining curs who lick the hand that smites them.
I have people who buy my books just so they can sit them around and show them off because of the titles, especially the Shut Up, Stop Whining and the Grow a Pair. So the title is very, very important.
Stop whining about getting old. It’s a privilege. A lot of people who are dead wish they were still alive.
Our problem isn’t that the universe isn’t on our side; the problem is that too many of us numb these days, not awake to the game, or to the power of the universe that flows through our psychic veins. Some of us need to stop whining. It’s not like we’re the first generation who faced serious challenges. But others rose to the occasion, and we need to too.
There are all of these people that say, my mommy doesn’t love me enough, my daddy doesn’t hug me enough. There are some people that would want to coddle them somewhere. I want them to shut up and stop whining.
Being in a wheelchair for 30 years. I’m not whining about it because I don’t dwell on things I can’t do anything about, you know. I never really think about until somebody mentions it. I did take a bullet.
When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.
I don’t like to sit around whining about the corporate media, how they control everything, own everything. We already know that.
I much prefer whining to counting my blessings.
We have to do our jobs better, more tirelessly and stop whining about it.
A little less complaint and whining, and a little more dogged work and manly striving, would do us more credit than a thousand civil rights bills.
They say when opportunity knocks you should let it in and invite it to sit at your table. F*** that — when opportunity knocks, you should take it captive. Beat that s*** down. I’ve got opportunity tied to a chair in my basement with a ball gag in its mouth. Opportunity ain’t even thinking about leaving my house. If you keep quiet for a second, you’ll hear it whining.
What might once have been called whining is now exalted as a process of asserting selfhood; self-absorption is regarded as a form of self-expression.
I’ve inherited the worst of each parent. I have my father’s hypochondria and lack of concentration. I have his amorality. I have everything bad that he had. Then I have my mother’s surly, pill-like, complaining, whining attitude.
Sentence structure is innate, but whining is acquired.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf…Cupid.
And you, whiner, who wastes your timeDawdling over the remorseless earth,What evil, what unspeakable crimeHave you made your life worth?
I am not afraid of the priests. They have tried upon me all their various batteries, of pious whining, hypocritical canting, lying and slandering, without being able to give me one moment of pain.
Catch fire today! Make today the day you stop complaining and do something!
Could an android listen to the whining, requests for advancement, and entreaties for guidance and affection that pour from subordinates? Sure it could. Frankly, all that would be easier on the robot than it is on me.
Just a few months ago in the Republican primary Mitt Romney said to his opponents, who he was crushing at the time, stop whining. And I think that’s a good message for the Romney campaign. Instead of whining about what the Obama campaign is saying, why don’t you just put the facts out there and let people decide rather than trying to hide them.
Because I cursed him to it. (Acheron) Be glad I’m not physically there or I’d slap you upside the head. You know how free will works, so stop the whining and get off the cross. Someone needs the wood. (Savitar)