A Quote by Dion Waiters

I'm a grown man. I don't point fingers. — © Dion Waiters
I'm a grown man. I don't point fingers.
?When you point your finger at someone, anyone, it is often a moment of judgement. We point our fingers when we want to scold someone, point out what they have done wrong. But each time we point, we simultaneously point three fingers back at ourselves.
A child isn’t born bitter. I point no fingers as to who tainted the clean, pure pool of my childhood. Let’s just say that when I realized that I didn’t want to grow up, the damage was already done. Knowing that being grown up was no swell place to be means that you are grown up enough to notice. And you can’t go back from there. You have to forge another route, draw your own map.
There is no point in pointing fingers because there are three fingers pointing back at you.
In the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of cure.
It's exciting when kids look up to you or kids come up to you and ask for your autograph. When grown ups come up to you, that's really not exciting. Why would a grown man be excited for meeting another grown man?
The point is to solve problems, not point fingers.
At Cambridge, you have to kiss the vice-chancellor's fingers. But I missed out on that, 'cause I was doing a matinee. I don't want to kiss a strange man's fingers anyway.
I had grown a thin mustache, I was a full-grown man, and yet I was completely helpless and without a goal in life.
That's how life is. All eyes on you, and all things point to you. Once things don't go well, fingers going to point.
No one can point fingers at my professionalism.
When hands are joined, no one can point fingers.
Anytime we lose a game, you can't point the fingers at the guy that everybody wants to point the finger at because it's not just him. It's 10 other guys on the football field that need to help him out, including myself.
Something in the movement of fingers on the keyboard enhances thought. Fingers pull your thoughts forward. Fingers are in some way an extension of your brain, with a lot of cortex associations at their trigger. Get them going!
I'm grown ass man and grown ass men can do whatever they want, got it?
The final release point for the fastball is the tips of your fingers.
I wasn't a person to cry or point fingers or find any sympathy.
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