When life gives you lemons, throw them back.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
When life gives you lemons, chunk it right back.
If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. And try to find somebody who's life gives them vodka, and have a party.
There was a lot of other young players around at that time when I was coming, but there was older people like Blind Lemon, which was one of my favorites. I don't know, just seemed like everybody I heard could play better than me.
The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.
I would love to do orange and lemon trees silhouetted against the blue sea, but I cannot find them the way I want them.
I want to make lemonade out of the lemons that were dealt to me.
I drink tons of water. When you're puffy, you think you can't drink water since you feel more bloated and gross but that's what you do to get the toxins out of your system. I put a little lemon in the water bottle that I carry around with me or drink a cup of hot water with lemon. It's a natural diuretic.
When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your D*** lemons, what the h*** am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!
The trouble with retirement is that you never get a day off.
When life gives you lemons, throw them at the zombies.
At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.
There is no such thing as reconstituted lemon juice, only reconstituted taste buds.
When life gives you lemons, squirt someone in the eye.
Finish last in your league and they call you idiot. Finish last in medical school and they call you doctor.
They say the recipe for Sprite is lemon and lime. I tried to make it at home. There's more to it than that.
At my home in the southwest of France, I grow oak, hazel, and lemon trees in my backyard.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back.
Damn referees, I'll miss them less than anybody.
Who's got two thumbs, speaks limited French and hasn't cried once today? This moi.
Martha Stewart showed up at Manhattan FBI Headquarters to have her finger prints taken and pose for a mug shot. Then Martha explained how to get ink off your fingers using seltzer water and lemon juice.
If I have learned anything from my SIMS family: When a child doesn't see his father enough he starts to jump up and down, then his mood level will drop until he pees himself.
I deal daily with chronic pain and, at times, my pain feels like a lemon that God "squeezes," revealing my sour attitude, peevish spirit, and tendency to complain or grumble. Did not God use my pain to expose my sin, I might - like many of us - not be aware of the sin of which I'm capable.
Did you really think I wouldn't recognize my college futon, with its trademark absence of sex stains?
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