Tantrums Quotes
Tantrums Quote of the day
Temper tantrums, however fun they may be to throw, rarely solve whatever problem is causing them.
Silence speaks so much louder than screaming tantrums. Never give anyone an excuse to say that you're crazy.
Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.
I wouldn't say I was grumpy. It's more pathological - I have seismic tantrums. I get red in the face and cry at least three times a week, and I have to lie down and have a nap afterwards.
That's one of the great advantages of age. You can say, I don't want to, I don't care, you can throw temper tantrums, and nobody minds.
TV happens. And once it's happened, it's gone. When it's gone, you move on, no tears, no tantrums, no videotape
I'm very direct. I don't have tantrums. I don't yell or shout. I do expect an awful lot from my staff, but no more than I expect of myself.
At one point, she'd wanted to hurl the whole breakfast at the wall. And then she'd remember why it was that men had temper tantrums and women didn't: cleanup.
Ellen had long ago stopped being embarrassed by temper tantrums. She flipped it and wore it like a badge of honor. A temper tantrum was a sign that a mom said no when it counted.
After he has had his tantrum, the neurotic expects those around him to feel friendly and relaxed; after all, he does.
Wars and temper tantrums are the makeshifts of ignorance; regrets are illuminations come too late.
What happens when you're a child professional is that you have to be, well, professional. You're taught not to have tantrums, to always people-please.
People expect all women to react the same to pregnancy. But anyone who's been around pregnant women knows that it's not all cutesy and sweet. You spaz out and you're angry and you have tantrums.
Being a parent is about your survival. Surviving the terrible two's is the most important thing. Kids get heavy. Quite literally. They're heavy to lift up when they're throwing tantrums.
Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.
And all you can do is just read, " she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.
Denial has rented a room in my head and frequently stomps around slamming doors.
I threw tantrums, I acted stubborn, I was a pain sometimes, but I was still loved. In fact, I was their perfect even in my imperfection.
