Bleh Bleh Bleh Quotes & Sayings

I've done a number of things in the spirit of employee motivation. I tend to be a storyteller and a student of history. I often tell stories of great battles, like the battle of Thermopylae, to inspire teams who face what appear to be insurmountable odds. — Brad D. Smith

Sport is and should remain a great school of life that supports young people in their personal development. It teaches respect for others and also for oneself. — Richard Attias

What is it?" pressed the older man, a note of concern in his voice. Tom scrubbed a hand over his face, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Tired of jerkin' off," he finally muttered. He risked a glance at Baltsaros and hunched his shoulders in embarrassment and annoyance at the man's grin. "Feeling neglected?" asked Baltsaros, laughing. — Bey Deckard

For a child, reading a book can be such an intense experience. — Michelle Paver

Smiles, bells, parades, horses, bleh. If so, please add an orgy. If an orgy would help, don't hesitate. — Ursula K. Le Guin

If there is a leak out of my administration, I want to know who it is. And if the person has violated the law, the person will be taken care of. — George W. Bush

Don't take too much council from your fears. — James E. Faust

And God help them both, if it hadn't been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid. — J.R. Ward

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness? — Ellen Hopkins

But I think I see what these guys' problem is. You know ... aside from the lack of a spine and the latent misogyny? As long as they continue to act like women are a separate species and, thus, not relate to us as HUMAN BEINGS, they'll continue to alienate the majority of us on sight or send those unfortunate souls who actually date them (Bleh!) screaming into the night. — Sharon Cooper

Bleh," she said out loud. — Liane Moriarty

I thought, man, if you could run 100 miles, you'd be in this Zen state. You'd be the f**king Buddha. Bringing peace and a smile to the world. In my case, it didn't work. I'm the same old punk ass as ever. But there's always this hope that it'll turn you into the person you want to be. You know, like a better, more peaceful person. And when I'm out on a long run, the only thing in life that matters is finishing the run. For once, my brain isn't going 'bleh bleh bleh bleh.' Everything just quiets down, and the only thing going on is pure flow — Jenn Shelton

The voice of a donkey braying in the neighbouring meadow seemed like the mocking laughter of demons. — P.G. Wodehouse

What' cha doing out here all alone? Did you forget how to find Sanctuary? (Simi)
No. I want to be alone for a bit. (Gallagher)
Why? Were the bears mean to you? Mama can get a bit cranky whenever I play with the cubs. She thinks I'm going to eat one, but bleh! They're way too hairy. Now if she'd let me skin one, I might be interested. (Simi)
Are you joking? (Gallagher)
Oh no. I never joke about hairy food. (Simi) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I'd done some acting in high school. Then I went to Kenyon College and got thrown in jail and kicked off the football team. Since I was determined not to study very much, I majored in theater the last two years. Got my degree in speech; they didn't actually have a degree in theater. I graduated at two o'clock in the afternoon, and at three-thirty I was on the train for Williams Bay, Wisconsin, for summer stock, and then I did winter stock. — Paul Newman

At some time in your life, you probably had someone believe in you when you didn't believe in yourself. — Stephen R. Covey

No, Simi. No food. (Acheron)
No, Simi. No food. The Simi don't like this, akri. Katoteros is boring. There's nothing fun there. Only old dead people who want to come back here. Bleh! (Simi)
Simi ... (Acheron)
I hear and obey, akri. The Simi just never said she would do so quietly. (Simi) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

The Simi gots some barbecue sauce in her bag. It kind of looks like blood if you squint at it the right way. And it don't coagulate between your teeth like blood or give you them funky burps, not to mention it tastes a lot better too. Especially over that type A stuff. Bleh! I'd rather eat my shoes. But that O-flavored blood ... yum! (She straightened and held one finger up in a gesture that strangely reminded him of Smokey the Bear.) And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin. (Simi) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

The doctrine of a soul that outlives the body is anything but righteous, because it necessarily devalues the lives we live on this earth. — Steven Pinker

Unbeliever is he who follows predestination even if he be Muslim, Faithful is he, if he himself is the Divine Destiny. — Muhammad Iqbal

A-la-la-la-la, fine, I get it," said Thorne, covering his ears. "Please, never say that word again."
Dr. Erland raised an eyebrow. "Cellular? Hematopoietic? Ganglion?"
"That last one." Thorne grimaced. "Bleh."
The doctor scowled. "Are you squeamish, Mr. Thorne?"
"Eye stuff weirds me out. As does any surgery regarding the pelvic bone. You can knock me out for that part, right?" He lay back on the exam table. "Do it fast. — Marissa Meyer

Don't brood; that way madness lies. Don't hesitate, if you catch yourself brooding, to 'take a day off' in the best way you can. Go out and gossip with your friend; get to a theatre where there is a play that will make you laugh; or try a concert or a cinema show - anything that will take you out of yourself. Take the brooding habit in time before it gets too strong a hold of you. — Blanche Ebbutt

She knew how to hit to a hair's breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty ... At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural processes around her till they seemed a part of her own story. Rather they became a part of it; for the world is only a psychological phenomenon, and what they seemed, they were. The midnight airs and gusts, moaning amongst the tightly wrapped buds and bark of the winter twigs, were formulae of bitter reproach. A wet day was the expression of irremediable grief at her weakness in the mind of some vague ethical being whom she could not class definitely as the God of her childhood, and could not comprehend as any other. — Thomas Hardy