Denis Leary Quotes

The world is wrong. You can't put the past behind you. It's buried in you; it's turned your flesh into its own cupboard. Not everything remembered is useful but it all comes from the world to be stored in you. Who did what to whom on which day? Who said that? She said what? What did he just do? Did she really say that? He said what? What did she do? Did I hear what I think I heard? Did that just come out of my mouth, his mouth, your mouth? Do you remember when you sighed?

The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.

You know, the genders are different in how they approach things, and so I really think that women put a lot more guilt on themselves than need be.

Little girls as children, I think, are expected to behave better. If a boy's naughty at school, he's a little bit cheeky and mischievous. If a girl's naughty, she's trouble.

Women in leadership cannot cry without raising a storm of commentary.

Men are just as sensitive, and in some ways more sensitive, than women are.

The difference between men and women seems to be this: I can argue with my promoter downstairs, accuse him of ripping me off, and 20 minutes later we'll be playing golf together. With a lady, the same argument can go on for, like, years.

And verily, a woman need know but one man well, in order to understand all men; whereas a man may know all women and understand not one of them.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

Men are easier to get on with than women. They tend not to make emotional demands on you.

We're not accustomed to giving women the space to express the full range of emotions and flaws that men are permitted. Anger and aggressiveness aren't part of the scale of what is acceptable behavior in women, whereas men - in reality and in fiction - are allowed a much fuller range of emotion.

Winning and losing, it sticks with you forever.

I think women let themselves be burdened by failures much more than men do. They agonize - and I do it a lot, too - and rethink them.

Men such as President Bill Clinton don't have trouble showing a warmth which works for him, but women in power seem hesitant to use their feminine charm in a man's world out of concern for appearing lightweight, manipulative, or needing to use it to make up for something that is lacking.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.

He shook his head. "The next time I hear a women going on about how neurotic men are, I'm going to remember this. You tell me you like my body, and what do I say? I say, thank you. Then I tell you I like yours and what do I hear? A long lists of grievances.

Women all live a double standard.

Why can't a woman be more like a man? Men are so honest, so thoroughly square; Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can't a woman be like that?

If there's one thing that we're very good at as humans, it's remembering the bad stuff. For some reason, it's always the pain that gets you.

Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget.

I have stood aside to see the phantoms of those days go by me. They are gone, and I resume the journey of my story.’ (David Copperfield) “But all that night he lay awake because the phantoms of those days were not gone. Like the tiny, terrible holes in the prophylactics, the phantoms of those days were not easy to detect—and their meaning was unknown—but they were there.

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

Yesterday is not a milestone that has been passed, but a daystone on the beaten track of the years, and irremediably part of us, within us, heavy and dangerous. We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.