Slump God Quotes & Sayings

I've never run a company before, and I don't want to feel like a boss. I just want to turn up and do my work. — Markus Persson

When I stood up there as a pinch hitter, I honestly believed I was the best hitter in the game. That's the only attitude to have. — Manny Mota

Now that's a true bitch, but that's Hell for you. — Andrew Cormier

And a sensible work strategy might be: surrender to the task but not to the taskmaster, become absorbed in the work itself but never absorb the work ethos. — Michael Foley

A cemetery?" I chuckle, but the pitch is a bit higher than I expected. "At night? With a full moon? Um ... did you see any, uh, zombies, you, while you were there?"
Shiko blinks at me a few times. "No"
I slump in relief. "Thank God. I mean, I don't want to be the first to die. The funny guy always dies first, for shock value, you know. Rourke would get killed next, because it's be a heroic sacrifice or something." I motion to Shiko. "You'd live, though, unless you had sex."
... Shiko has the look of an addled kitten, complete with head tilt. Rourke sighs and leans toward her, embarrassed.
'You'll have to excuse him. According to his mother he has an irrational fear of something called the zombie apocalypse."
"It's not irrational! — Vaughn R. Demont

Why would I wish my senses to be dulled when they could be sharpened? Why would I wish to mumble when I could scintillate? Why would I wish to forget when I could remember? Of course, since even in those days I was a loquacious workaholic who liked to stay up late, you might think I'd pick a drug that would nudge me closer to the center of the bell curve instead of pushing me farther out on the edge - but of course I didn't. Who does? Don't we all just keep doing the things that make us even more like ourselves? As I lay in bed with a godawful headache, sunlight streamed through the open window, and so did the smell of good French coffee from the hotel kitchen downstairs. — Anne Fadiman

Mummy always wanted the five children, and she knew she couldn't look after them all because she was this absolutely glorious woman who loved going to parties and going to the races, and she just didn't have time. — Celia Imrie

Two of the first plays I saw after I arrived in Britain were 'King Lear' in Liverpool, and 'Antony and Cleopatra' at Stratford. One was produced with hardly a backdrop and the other with gigantic scene changes. I was impressed by what connected the two: the words and their life beyond the stage. — Romesh Gunesekera

Oh my God, I'd forgotten what this felt like."
"Not a lot of huggers in Hollywood, huh?"
"None like this - holy shit. Okay, I'm just going to kind of slump into you now. So if you're averse to that, say before I'm swamping your helpless body."
"I don't mind if you swamp."
"Are you sure? Because I think I'm a fumbling virgin at this."
"You're doing fine. In fact I think I'm close to a cuddling orgasm. — Charlotte Stein

He knew he could force the issue. Be blunt. But in getting his way, he would have to watch the bright light go out of her eyes. He would see her slim shoulders slump and know he was the cause. Damn it all to hell, he didn't think he could stand that.
Yet another testament to how bad he had it for her. Women, he thought with a sigh. What had God been thinking? — Susan Mallery

The point is that we already know it doesn't work out, but we reread them anyway, because the good stuff that comes before the ending is worth it." This — Emery Lord

Brutes leave ingratitude to man. — Charles Caleb Colton

Gratitude develops faith. The surest path out of a slump is marked by the road sign "thank you, God." — Max Lucado

We pick up our shots and for the first time there's a total absence of sound in the room. From the ceiling, shy silver things blink and wait. Dennis doesn't sit, but hovers at the edge of the table, leaning in with a darkroom perfected slump. His hair hangs like its edges were dipped in lead. Thin spears pointing to the table. I'm looking at his face; we're both serious in a self-aware way, pretending not to notice.

"It doesn't even feel like I left. God, you look fucking terrible. But it's a terrible face that drinks tequila well. Down. And cheers."

We force a dull clash of cups and pour everything down at once. The hard tequila shudders that never happen in the movies. First your head feels light, then it starts receiving the distress signals from throat, lungs, belly. Your shoulders jerk to shake off the snake that wrapped around you and squeezed. It burns. The good burn. — Laurie Perez