Messy Situation Quotes

Syria: It’s a messy civil war and we should not be involved in it.

I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.

Any president's second term ends up being quite messy. It never goes quite according to plan.

Well, it takes all kinds to make a mess.

It's kind of like when you have guests coming over to your house, and you haven't really picked up in awhile, and you look around and say, 'Wow, my place is kind of a mess, but I never noticed it because it's what I've been living in every day.' That's kind of what Supergirl is to the Red Lanterns.

All is well, all is well. Though everything is a mess, all is well.

Trying to make things work in government is sometimes like trying to sew a button on a custard pie.

The hole I've dug for myself is very big.

Make a mess. Clean it up.

You can't depend on the man who made the mess to clean it up.

Opening my door to Dillon Ruddick, my bulding super. I handed him a cup of coffee. "Sorry about the blood." "What was it this time?" No one reported gunfire." "I hit a guy in the face with a hair dryer." "Whoa." Dillon said. "It wasn't my fault," I told him. "Maybe we should lay down some linoleum here. It would make things easier for clean up.

To put it mildly, the world is a mess.

Tiffany is wrestling in Jell-O.

We are to put it mildly, in a mess, and there is a strong chance that we shall have exterminated ourselves by the end of the century. Our only consolation will be that as a species, we have had an exciting term of office.

The Afghan War has clearly reached a stage similar to that moment at your child's party where you realise you've forgotten to give the other parents a pick up time.

Clean up your own mess.

A two-and-a-half-year-old is pretty experienced at making a mess, anyway.

I speak as the journalist who, on the first day back at work for 'The Daily Telegraph' after the birth of my daughter, went to interview Tom Hanks with an epaulette of banana sick on my jacket.

Imagine having journalists in your own home and not even covering the furniture with plastic sheets first.

Angela had done a marvelous job, I tell you. The puke was everywhere except the toilet. The walls, the floor, the sinks - even on the ceiling, though don't ask me how she did that. So there I was, perched on all fours, cleaning up the puke at the homecoming dance in my best blue suit, which was exactly what I had wanted to avoid in the first place. And Jamie, my date, was on all fours, too, doing exactly the same thing.

So in addition to a feisty new Black Court partner in the war dance between the Council and the Vampire Courts, I also got angry lust bunny movies stars, deadly curses, and a thoroughly embarrassing job as my investigative cover. Oh, and bean curd pizza, which is just wrong. What a mess. I made a mental note: The next time I saw Thomas, I was going to punch him right in the nose.

By keeping your eye on the ultimate goal, you lean into the mess and try to make the outcome a little better.

Playing without the fundamentals is like eating without a knife and fork. You make a mess.

My bag hit the floor, spilling overpriced books and pens across the shiny floor. My pens! My glorious pens rolled everywhere.

Changing a diaper is a lot like getting a present from your grandmother - you're not sure what you've got but you're pretty sure you're not going to like it.