#shoulder

The muse is not an angelic voice that sits on your shoulder and sings sweetly. The muse is the most annoying whine. The muse isn't hard to find, just hard to like - she follows you everywhere, tapping you on the shoulder, demanding that you stop doing whatever else you might be doing and pay attention to her. ↗

— Harlan Coben

#annoying #attention #demanding #doing #else

In the beginning, though, I have to admit that I did have a chip on my shoulder. I did want to prove everyone wrong. But after I went through the process and came out the other side, it wasn't about anyone else. ↗

— Billy Corgan

#admit #after #anyone #beginning #came

From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free. ↗

— Jacques Yves Cousteau

#birth #carries #earth #free #gravity

I think a lot of cynicism has dropped away from my shoulders since I stopped drinking. ↗

— Graham Coxon

#cynicism #drinking #dropped #i #i think

Our society finds truth too strong a medicine to digest undiluted. In its purest form, truth is not a polite tap on the shoulder. It is a howling reproach. ↗

— Ted Koppel

#finds #form #howling #medicine #our

A film's success or failure is strictly on the director's shoulders. ↗

— Robin Tunney

#failure #film #shoulders #strictly #success

As human beings, we are endowed with freedom of choice, and we cannot shuffle off our responsibility upon the shoulders of God or nature. We must shoulder it ourselves. It is our responsibility. ↗

— Arnold J. Toynbee

#beings #cannot #choice #endowed #god

People always ask me, 'Lech, aren't you afraid of being killed?' And as an answer I shrug my shoulders. ↗

— Lech Walesa

#always #answer #ask #being #i

I have a chip on my shoulder. It's a nacho, not a sense of bitterness.
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— Jarod Kintz

#bitter #chips #food #funny #humor

He smiled all the way to physics class. He almost laughed out loud when he passed through the door and saw her shadowy, hunched-over form casting around for a seat in the back. She was in his class; this was excellent. Maybe she’d call him a name if he struck up another conversation. Even curse him out. That might fun. God, he’d probably earn himself a restraining order if he tried to sit next to her. He was so tired of saccharine smiles and cloying tones of voice. People always plastered their eyes to his face for fear of looking anywhere else. He was fed up with everybody being so goddamned nice. That’s why he’d already fallen in love with this weird, maladjusted, beautiful girl who carried a chip the size of Ohio on her shoulder. Because nobody was ever mean to the guy in the wheelchair. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#cloying #hunched #maladjusted-people #saccharine #school