I believe in grumbling; it is the politest form of fighting known.
Complaining is the favorite pastime of millions.
I wish I had more hands, so I could give those titties four thumbs down!
There's no law that decrees when not to whinge, but you reach a certain age - 80 seems about right - when you're expected to manifest querulousness - the coffee's too hot, the boiled egg's too soft.
He'd once told me that the art of getting ahead in New York was based on learning how to express dissatisfaction in an interesting way. The air was full of rage and complaint. People had no tolerance for your particular hardship unless you knew how to entertain them with it.
Who spit in your porridge?
When I'm unhappy with something, people know, because I don't want to hold on to it. I'd rather deal immediately with the stuff that bothers me, so using my network - my girlfriends, my husband, my mom - I talk a lot, I vent.
There should be more booing in shops and restaurants and places like that when when the service is bad. If you've had a poor breakfast in a hotel, you should put your knife and fork down and boo.
I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go
A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.
Well, I hate to be the one to take the flyswatter to Tinker Bell, but...
Complaint is the largest tribute heaven receives and the sincerest part of our devotion.
