When God closes one door, He slams another in your face
I'd rather eat nothing than eat a carrot.
Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.
The best anyone can do is breathe in, breathe out and wait for it to pass.
I am different when my nails are done. I am more dynamic. I gesticulate more, I am better at scaring my staff. I can indicate impatience by drumming on tabletops and I can wrap up a meeting with a few choice clatters.
For all of my life it was the size of my rear that caused me the most hand-wringing, but in this nearly-50 zone it is my stomach that is the problem. It seems to have broken free from its moorings and there is no knowing how far it will roam.