Cry Over Spilled Milk Quotes & Sayings

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick. — William Shakespeare

People like to cry over spilled milk, but I cry every time I spill my coffee. — Anthony Liccione

My fingers memorized his face, the textures and lines, to the tempo of his rising urgency. I love you I trust you I love you I trust you. Warm pleasure spread over my body like spilled milk, until I was covered in it, toes curling, back arching, legs stiffening,. I held back a cry and came for him, only him. — C.D. Reiss

What is life if not a gamble? — F.E. Higgins

We can't behave like crocodiles and cry over spilled milk and broken eggs. — Giovanni Trapattoni

We cannot rest until we make sure that our families can afford to live and raise their kids here, that our seniors can remain in their homes and afford their health and pharmaceutical costs. — Carl Lewis

Of course I was bullied and of course I was called names - my last name is Weir. That's very, very close to 'weird,' or 'queer' and any of those words. But I've never been anyone to cry over spilled milk or be upset because kids don't like me, or people don't like me ... It makes my skin stronger and thicker. And why cry? Your mascara runs. — Johnny Weir

The Local Paper here asked that me books be banned ... THE HIGHEST PRAISE for an Irish writer. — Ken Bruen

Don't cry over spilled milk
get angry and punch a cow. — Stephen Colbert

No use crying over spilled milk. — Francesca Marciano

Everything is connected to everything else. — T.A. Barron

We live as ripples of energy in the vast ocean of energy. — Deepak Chopra

Spend more time building your character than trying to build your platform. — Christine Caine

Don't cry over spilled milk — Benjamin Franklin

Don't cry over spilled milk. By this time tomorrow, it'll be free yogurt. — Stephen Colbert

I made a pleasant discovery. You work hard at something eight hours a day, you get better. Not a lot better necessarily, but a little better, and that's just fine, because improving at golf, or anything else probably, is just a matter of making an endless series of tiny improvements. — James Patterson

I've had ups in my life, and I've had downs, but I've learned not to cry over spilled milk. — Arthur Conan Doyle

Choose Your Tears
If we cry over spilled milk,
what tears will be left over for spilled blood? — Beryl Dov

The memoir by women, read by female readers, is considered a market form, not "great literature." — Kate Zambreno

He has spent weeks on the pristine, frosty shore of Lake Baikal in Siberia. He has drunk himself stupid in the fairy-tale blood brothels of old Dubrovnik, lounged in red-smoke dens in Laos, enjoyed the New York blackout of 1977, and more recently, feasted on Vegas showgirls in the Dean Martin suite at the Bellagio. He has watched Hindu abstainers wash away their sins in the Ganges, danced a midnight tango on a boulevard in Buenos Aires, and bitten into a faux geisha under the shade of a shogun pavilion in Kyoto. — Matt Haig

Later when I thought of the chickens, one of those rare pale blue eggs rose up into my throat. The chickens had been part of our family, and the egg in my throat was the feeling of something missing. It was hard and smooth and heavy, but also so fragile it might break and make me cry. It was the feeling of growing out of a favorite shirt, milk spilled on the floor, the last bit of honey in the jar, falling apple blossoms. It was the lump in the throat behind everything beautiful in life. — Melissa Coleman

Her insanely high Christian Louboutin stilettos made a click-clacking sound on the airport floor. Amber rolled a small Louis Vuitton luggage bag behind her. She wore a baby-blue Chanel skirt suit, which made her look like an elegant celebrity. Her hair was long and blond today and pinned up into a perfectly smooth up-do. A pair of gold earrings in the shape of four-leaf clovers and a matching pendant completed the outfit. — A.O. Peart

It was not like the old days and they both knew it. They were weighed down by the awareness of their failed relationship, of the wasted years, of the feelings that were no more, of the shared life that had unravelled. They were like weary receivers winding up a bankruptcy; all that remained was to tie up the loose ends and settle the final claims. (Black Skies) — Arnaldur Indridason