Best 11 quotes in «no worries quotes» category

No worries.You go save the world.I'm gonna finish getting a cavity.

Who cares? My balls are wet! The city is going to shit and you guys are yapping about this crap, as if we don’t have a worry in the world.

I have no worries myself, nor do I exude or possess within my living stratus any reason why someone should worry [on] my behalf.

Writing to me is like hitting the herb. No problems, Mon. No worries.

No worry before its time.

When you're really working well with a director then you can be as outrageous as you like and so can he. And there's no worry about it.

We are musicians, entertainers. We can do it. We have the right tools. No worries.

It’s not such a wonderful thing, to be young,” I said. “It’s heartless, and selfish.” “But, oh, so free,” Nod said sadly. “So free when you have no worries or cares.

I had started on the marriage and motherhood beat by accident with a post on my personal, read only by friends, blog called ‘Fifty Shades of Men’. I had written it after buying Fifty Shades of Grey to spice up what Dave and I half-jokingly called our grown up time, and had written a meditation on how the sex wasn’t the sexiest part of the book. “Dear publishers, I will tell you why every woman with a ring on her finger and a car seat in her SUV is devouring this book like the candy she won’t let herself eat.” I had written. “It’s not the fantasy of an impossibly handsome guy who can give you an orgasm just by stroking your nipples. It is instead the fantasy of a guy who can give you everything. Hapless, clueless, barely able to remain upright without assistance, Ana Steele is that unlikeliest of creatures, a college student who doesn’t have an email address, a computer, or a clue. Turns out she doesn’t need any of those things. Here is the dominant Christian Grey and he’ll give her that computer plus an iPad, a beamer, a job, and an identity, sexual and otherwise. No more worrying about what to wear. Christian buys her clothes. No more stress about how to be in the bedroom. Christian makes those decisions. For women who do too much—which includes, dear publishers, pretty much all the women who have enough disposable income to buy your books—this is the ultimate fantasy: not a man who will make you come, but a man who will make agency unnecessary, a man who will choose your adventure for you.

No worries and no goodbyes, just give me a smile.

I heard death had a name, but I forgot what it was.