I have a very good life, so I have nothing to complain about. Sometimes, I just have existential angst.
What we've often seen is that when we Americans say, look, we've got to reduce pollution, business - some businesses complain about it, but almost every time, it's turned out to be easier and cheaper and accomplished faster, and they've gained confidence, and then we go farther.
God gave me this great book to preach from, and if He has put anything in it you think is not fit, go and complain to Him, not to me. I am simply his servant, and if His errand that I am to tell is objectionable, I cannot help it.
They shoulda called me Little Cocaine, I was sniffing so much of the stuff! My nose got big enough to back a diesel truck in, unload it, and drive it right out again.
I started recording because I was always complaining about the records that I was getting of my songs. At least if I did them and messed them up, I wouldn't have anyone else to blame.
Sincerity is a great but rare virtue, and we pardon to it much complaining, and the betrayal of many weaknesses.
The moment you start complaining, you are already not taking into consideration all the good things Allah [God] has given you.
Never complain. Never explain.
Folks with most to complain about seldom complain most.
People always complain about something. If you face yourself and stand up strong, you're OK. You can't go wrong.
Do not complain beneath the stars about the lack of bright spots in your life.
If you complain, you’re ‘playing the victim’; if you don’t complain, you are a victim.
Stop wishing for things you complain you have not, and start making the best of all that you've got.
They keep telling me don't save you. If I ignore all that advice and something isn't right then who will I complain to?
Complaining is an insult to God.
I think the promise of fame and what it holds to you as a child and dreaming of it is not what it is. What it is, I'm not complaining about, but it's just different than the reality you dreamed.
We had a rule in the school that when you're punished, you carry out the punishment and then complain, which I felt was absolutely unfair: if I'd done it, what was the point of complaining?
You can't complain about your dressing room or you'll look like Celine Dion.
Hell begins with a grumbling mood, always complaining, always blaming others.
One problem I have with talking about myself in the context of class divisiveness is that I can be - and indeed have been - used by others to demonstrate its absence and that it's only a matter of hard work to move upward socially. After all, how could I complain about anything, if the retort is: "But look where you got to? It can't be all that bad. " But this is nonsense as an argument quite aside from its empirical absurdity because no single case can invalidate a statistical claim.