When relationships don’t work out, it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, it just means you weren’t meant to be together.

I always say if God didn’t allow any bad things to happen, we would already be in heaven. And we are not there. That’s where trust and faith comes in. You just say, “Lord, I don’t understand it. But one thing I do know is that you understand it and that you are in control and I trust you.”

Keep your head up and never let this temporary bad time waste you. You are much more than you think you are.

You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life.

C’mon Pudge. I’m teasing. You have to be tough. I didn’t know how bad it was — and I’m sorry, and they’ll regret it — but you have to be tough.

It got so bad that Al thought
maybe it was
him
so he went to a shrink
and asked
and the shrink said,
“you’re one of the sanest men
I’ve ever met.”
poor Al.
that made him feel
worse
than ever.

No mistake or failure is as bad as to stop and not try again.

I’m sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what’s wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.

I’ve had good times and I’ve had bad times and I reminisce, maybe when I lay down, but throughout my day I keep myself engulfed in whatever moment I’m in because it could steer me into a depressed state.

Ugh. Nothin’s good about the Year of the Cat, okay?

So you think you’ve got it bad? I’ve never once been beautiful in my entire life!

There is nothing so bad or so good that you will not find Englishmen doing it; but you will never find an Englishman in the wrong. He does everything on principle. He fights you on patriotic principles; he robs you on business principles; he enslaves you on imperial principles; he bullies you on manly principles; he supports his king on loyal principles and cuts off his head on republican principles.

I think racism is something that is passed on and taught to our kids, and that’s a shame.

Don’t you ever talk about Miss Honda that way again, you low life.

I don’t want you in bits and pieces, I want you all, good and bad, every last atom.

I may have a bad mouth but I can do great things with it.

I raised my arm as she collapsed into my skinny chest and cried. I felt bad for her, but she’d done it to herself. She didn’t have to rat.

When the firecrackers finished, I heard, “STOP OR I’LL CALL THE POLICE!” And though the voice was distant, I could feel his Look of Doom bearing down on me. […]

The Colonel warned us about the police threat, told us not to worry. The Eagle didn’t like to bring the police to campus. Bad publicity.

This is how bad stories end. But it’s also how the best stories begin.

Don’t close the book when bad things happen in your life! Just turn the page and start a new chapter!

You’re never too old, never too bad, never too late and never too sick to start from the scratch once again.

There’s no need to feel down over a bad day – with the next sunrise, comes a new beginning and a day that you can start over fresh with!

Starting over is not a bad thing.

A bad break is no excuse for staying stuck where you are.

You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can’t say Alabamans as a people are unduly afraid of deep fryers. In that first week at the Creek, the cafeteria served fried chicken, chicken fried steak, and fried okra, which marked my first foray into the delicacy that is the fried vegetable.

Mia: Tuna on white. No crust, right?
Brian: I don’t know. How is it?
Mia: Every day for the last three weeks you’ve been coming in here and you’ve been asking me how the tuna is. Now, it was crappy yesterday, it was crappy the day before and guess what? It hasn’t changed.
Brian: I’ll have the tuna.
Mia: No crust?
Brian: No crust.

Then I opened the bread. It was green and moldy and had a sharp sour smell. How could they sell bread like that? What kind of a place was Florida?

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

I believe that whatever is necessary is necessary, it is up to you. unfortunately or fortunately I feel my power more and more each passing day, each passing year, of course, there are minor lulls wherein I sincerely think of murdering myself and come very close, especially with hangover. however, this is probably common with most of us. — oh, it was BRAHMS! — damn, I didn’t know he wrote such lousy piano stuff.

Then came the Christmas party. That was December 24th. There were to be drinks, food, music, dancing. I didn’t like parties. I didn’t know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren’t. They were bad at it. Their trying so hard only made it worse.

If I write badly about blacks, homosexuals and women, it is because of these who I met were that. There are many ‘bads’ – bad dogs, bad censorship; there are even ‘bad’ white males. Only, when you write about ‘bad’ white males, they don’t complain about it. And need I say that there are ‘good’ blacks, ‘good’ homosexuals and ‘good’ women?

When I worked on a magazine, I learned that there are many, many writers writing that can’t write at all; and they keep on writing all the cliches and bromides and 1890 plots, and poems about Spring and poems about Love, and poems they think are modern because they are done in slang or staccato style, or written with all the ‘i’s’ small.

No matter how bad something seems, God can work it out for good.

It’s comforting to know that the same God that is in control of the good times of life is still in control of the bad times.

Bad nights lead to better days.

Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.

What was bad? Where did it go wrong? Should I have never been born?

The worst insomnia I have experienced in life occurred during using a CPAP machine.

Bad days build better days.

It’s just a bad day, not a bad life.

Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path to the most wonderful things that will ever happen to us.

If we are about what is good today, then we that are good need to come together to fight what’s bad out there.

You cannot look at a person and tell whether they’re good or bad.

I’m used to it. You can get used to stuff that sucks.

Without an understanding of bad…how can one truly have an appreciation of good.

He loves me. He loves all y’all, too. He just loves the school more. That’s the thing. He thinks busting us is good for the school and good for us. It’s the eternal struggle, Pudge. The Good versus the Naughty.

You haven’t a bad case of insomnia unless you can’t even sleep when it’s time to get up.

But here’s the thing: The something new, it isn’t necessarily bad. In fact, in some ways, maybe it’s better.

Good kids make bad grown-ups. Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks. In my wolf suit, I roam where the wild things at, still growing, still learning, not knowing that I’m maxed. I don’t want to grow up, I know that shit for a fact, n**ga eighteen!

Both sleep and insomnolency, when immoderate, are bad.

Neal: What do you think? You think this is a good combination?
Del: No, probably not.

I called a good friend of mine at Eastern Air Lines. It doesn’t look good.

When the barber annihilated your hairline and you trying to decide whether to pay him or kill him.

We can always find something to be thankful for, and there may be reasons why we ought to be thankful for even those dispensations which appear dark and frowning.

I feel some people are not meant to be together but that doesn’t mean they are bad.

I was a terrible dancer. I dance like an Englishman.

Why would you do this to me? Here this whole time I thought you were the whore with a heart of gold. Instead you’re just a whore with a real whore’s heart.