Rebuttals For Not Interested Quotes & Sayings

Silence your critics. Ignore your haters. Delete your cynics. — Robin Sharma

As I have said, milady, I mean to keep you safe, not harm you. And it is not my habit to force myself on unwilling maidens."
"Aye, pilgrim?" she asked dubiously. "Next you will tell me you are as chaste as a monk." She backed toward the door.
A grin slowly eased the hard line of his mouth. "I did not say that. — Shelly Thacker

Get up early and go to bed late. — Jack Weatherford

Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. — John Steinbeck

If you want your film to be instantly green-lit, your first approach is not to go to a relatively unknown English actor. They're not going to throw millions of dollars at you for that. — Martin Freeman

As a songwriter, I do kind of look at 'Santa Monica' as a thing outside of itself, because it isn't just my song. This is a song a lot of people tell me is a part of their high school or college years. That means a lot to me. — Art Alexakis

Writing, and its theatre of operation, is better than working shifts packing frozen sausages; that's all I need to think about if I'm having difficulties. — Sarah Hall

The dead don't need justice. That's for those of us who are left looking down at the remains. — Jim Butcher

I walk around talking to myself in accents. Usually people look at me like I'm a complete fruit loop. — Eddie Redmayne

The general public thinks all little people are in circuses or sideshows. We have doctors, nurses, just about every field covered. — Billy Barty

The book is the precious material expression of a past emotion, or the chance of having one in years to come, and to get rid of it would bring the risk of a serious sense of loss. (p. 28) — Jacques Bonnet

Of the ear, old worrier. Water mollifies the flint lip, And daylight lays its sameness on the wall. The grafters are cheerful, Heating the pincers, hoisting the delicate hammers. A current agitates the wires Volt upon volt. Catgut stitches my fissures. A workman walks by carrying a pink torso. The storerooms are full of hearts. This is the city of spare parts. My swaddled legs and arms smell sweet as rubber. Here they can doctor heads, or any limb. — Sylvia Plath

Baby, it's never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows how poor that person is, it doesn't hurt you. So don't let Mrs Dubose get you down. She had enough troubles or her own. — Harper Lee

Performance's being becomes itself through disappearance. — Peggy Phelan

Blushing is the color of virtue. — Diogenes Of Sinope