Best 31 quotes in «goldfish quotes» category

As a person with the retentive mental capacity of a goldfish and a dislike of repetition, I frequently make use of the thesaurus built into my Microsoft Word U.K. Software.

I can't moan about any of it. I had a great time in the goldfish bowl.

And of course I don't go anywhere without my pet goldfish, Anthrax. I always tell security I'm carrying Anthrax. Yeah, sure I get a lot of guff about it, but it's a family name; I'm not changing it.

Clary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.

If beer got any lighter you could raise goldfish in it.

I couldn't be a royal. It's like living in a supersonic goldfish bowl.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.

I have as much privacy as a goldfish in a bowl.

I have the financial morals of a goldfish, I can resist everything but temptation.

In my early career I was like a goldfish. Rejection didn't affect me; I'd just forget how bad it was and keep going back for more.

If you have any interests you can gain a wider audience for those interests while the goldfish bowl is yours!

I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.

Modern Americans are so exposed, peered at, inquired about, and spied upon as to be increasingly without privacy--members of a ;naked society and denizens of a goldfish bowl.

I was the goldfish that leapt out of the bowl.

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

I think there's something great and generic about goldfish. They're everybody's first pet.

No one can feel as helpless as the owner of a sick goldfish.

There's an old adage," he said, "translated from the ancient Coptic, that contains all the wisdom of the ages -- "Life is life and fun is fun, but it's all so quiet when the goldfish die.

Sometimes wisdom came from strange places, even from giant teenaged goldfish.

There is a natural hootchy-kootchy motion to a goldfish.

Very few of us have any idea whatsoever of what life is like living in a goldfish bowl,except, of course, for those of us who are goldfish.

When my sister and I were growing up, she was made out to be the goody-goody one.

And this is how I come face to face with my selfishness, because I don't know if I can enjoy this goldfish without knowing that he loves me, or if not loves me, then at least depends on me, i.e., swims up to my fingers greedily when I fill them with salty-smelling rainbow-colored flakes, and wiggle them over his head. And this is disturbing to realize, that I have such difficulty enjoying anything that doesn't know I exist. Especially when I stop and think how big the world is, the world that is not even Japan or India, the world that is the room next door.

Tony Fernandes is in that goldfish bowl and he's swimming against the tide.

Your husband drinks too much if he says he never drinks alone, but considers the goldfish somebody.

He'd failed them, the swimming goldfish of his life's tiny existence whom he held so dear in his heart; he'd turned his muses into mistakes and no one knew the difference but him.

The average human attention span was 12 seconds in 2000 and 8 seconds in 2013. A drop of 33%. The scary part is that the attention span of a goldfish was 9 seconds, almost 13% more than us humans. That’s why it’s getting tougher by the day to get people to turn the page. Maybe we writers ought to try writing for goldfish instead!

You never have a normal family relationship in the White House; it's an impossible thing to have. You live in a goldfish bubble, and you snatch what you can for a personal life, but you never have a normal, natural existence.

but nothing I ever gave was good for you; it was like white bread to goldfish. they cram and cram, and it kills them, and they drift in the pool, belly-up, making stunned faces and playing on our guilt as if their own toxic gluttony was not their own fault there you are, still outside the window, still with your hands out, still pallid and fish-eyed, still acting stupidly innocent and starved.

I said: "Dead end - quiet, restful, like your town. I like a town like this." Marlowe (talking about Olympia) in a short story called Goldfish.

Who's he seeing now then?" "No idea. They're like funfair goldfish; no point giving them names, they never last that long.