I’m a beautiful mess of contradiction,A chaotic display of imperfection.
It’s easy to make a mess when you’re not the one who has to clean it up.
The front room of his house was what I called ‘untidy chic’. Prefects weren’t subject to the same Rules on room tidiness, but since no one really enjoyed clutter, a certain style of ordered untidiness was generally considered de couleur for a prefect’s room.
You will meet a lot of people in your life; some laugh with you, others will laugh at you; some will love to clean your mess, others will love to mess you up! Love all, but choose carefully the one who stays close to you forever!
Our world is a huge mess right now, and not big enough for masses of intolerant people.
Manage me, I’m a mess Turn a page, I’m a book Half unread
Broken?” I laughed. “Nah, princess. I’m a shattered fucking mess.
You only talk about moving forward with the same bad ideas that got us into this mess. Even when the only sensible thing to do is pull the emergency brake. You are not mature enough to tell it like it is. Even that burden you leave to your children.
No, Boy. Rain-forest ecosystems are complicated. Humans are just a mess.
You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.
Just being a mother is making me a big, weepy mess.
God’s and beasts, that is what our world is made of.
But it doesn’t matter because, look, here come the waiters. They are scraping away the debris with their little horn and steel blades, pulled with studied grace from the hidden pockets of their white aprons. They are laying new tablecloths, arranging new cutlery, placing before me great domed wine glasses, newly polished to a sparkle....
Life is just a plain bloody mess, that’s all. And people are fools.
You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.
You’re both so screwed up alone that together you’re like the perfect mess.
Love messes you up and makes you do strange things