A Quote by Jimmy White

I've had my dark days, but I wasn't really a hell-raiser as such. — © Jimmy White
I've had my dark days, but I wasn't really a hell-raiser as such.
I don't really go to clubs anymore. I’m actually quite settled. Living in Highgate with my dog and my husband and my daughter! I’m not a hell-raiser. But don’t burst the bubble. Behind closed doors, for sure I’m a hell-raiser.
I don't really go to clubs anymore. I'm actually quite settled. Living in Highgate with my dog and my husband and my daughter! I'm not a hell-raiser. But don't burst the bubble. Behind closed doors, for sure, I'm a hell-raiser.
I smoke on the mic like Smokin' Joe Frazier, The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor.
Hell, have I been a hell-raiser!
I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser.
I'm not a humanitarian, I'ma hell-raiser.
I don't need anything to have a good time or be a hell-raiser. I was born one.
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.
When you're making a movie, you have those days that you really look forward to, and it's a little bit like Murphy's law. The days you look forward to become your hell days. The days you're dreading become these amazing days.
Don't give up because of the dark days. Succeed in spite of them. The dark days make the bright days seem even brighter. So bright you can hardly stand it.
I am a hell raiser. I do my own thing. And I believe what I do is the right thing.
I'm many things: I'm a convicted rapist, I'm a hell-raiser, I'm a father, a loving father. I'm a semi-good husband...I'm pretty much a tyrant-titan.
She still had her bad days, no question, when the black dog of depression sniffed her out and settled its crushing weight on her chest and breathed its pungent dog breath in her face. On those days she called in sick to the IT shop where, most days, she untangled tangled networks for a song. On those days she pulled down the shades and ran dark for twelve or twenty-four or seventy-two hours, however long it took for the black dog to go on home to its dark master.
Sin is dark and loves the dark, still hides from itself in gloom, and in the darkest hell is still itself the darkest hell and the severest woe.
I got kicked out of a club for sticking up for my sister. And I got into a fight that was basically hair pulling and rolling around on the gym floor. The fights make me sound like a hell-raiser, but I'm not proud of them.
These are not dark days: these are great days - the greatest days our country has ever lived.
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