For know that all the inferior Creatures when hurt do cry and send forth the complaints to their Maker or grand Fountain whence they proceeded.
My step-mom would tell me that she would get complaints from adults that I stared too much at them.
I try to keep my voice in writing, and I think that's why I get so many complaints about how I write.
Had they [the Tories] been in the wilderness they would have complained of the Ten Commandments. Remark.
The complaints which anyone voices against his mate indicate exactly the qualities which stimulated attraction before marriage.
On the first night it was on telly, Channel 4 had 17 complaints.
I have no complaints. I think I'm especially lucky. As you said, I've come from outside and I'm not even anywhere closely connected. But I have absolutely no problem here. People have been more than welcoming, even before I was ready.
Friendship is far more delicate than love. Quarrels and fretful complaints are attractive in the last, offensive in the first. And the very things which heap fewel on the fire of ardent passion, choke and extinguish sober and true regard. On the other hand, time, which is sure to destroy that love of which half certainly depends on desire, is as sure to increase a friendship founded on talents, warm with esteem, and ambitious of success for the object of it.
Even if I built a 50,000-seater stadium and bought Ronaldinho, there'd still be complaints about crap hotdogs.
To make a relationship work, focus on what you appreciate about the other person, and not your complaints.
The complaint of bad pay, and difficulty in obtaining it, is almost generally reiterated through every department of education.
Hey, I can cook. " "How do you know? You haven't eaten anything since before the Norman Conquest. " "I've never had any complaints. " "Given the infants you date, I'm not surprised. You could serve them sawdust and they'd eat it with a smile, dazzled by the swing of your broadsword. " "What do you know about the swing of my broadsword?" "More than I care to. Women talk. " Which shut him up, as he started wondering who'd said what.
Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.