A Quote by Patricia Cornwell

You can't cure a chipped plate. All you can do is live with it or throw it out. — © Patricia Cornwell
You can't cure a chipped plate. All you can do is live with it or throw it out.
And if you worry that not finishing the food on your plate is a slap in the face of all the hungry people everywhere, you are not living in reality. The truth is that you either throw the food out or you throw it in, but either way it turns to waste. World hunger will not be solved by finishing the garlic mashed potatoes on your plate.
My favorite band is probably The Cure. We can throw Talking Heads in there too, I listen to them a lot. But The Cure.
Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don't move.
I'm in the game of spinning plates. I'm spinning a boxing plate. I'm spinning a Tae Kwon Do plate. I'm spinning a Jujitsu plate. I'm spinning a freestyle wrestling plate. I'm spinning a karate plate. If I was to put all them down and have one boxing plate spinning, it would be like a load off my shoulders.
I have sought you out to cure me.' 'To cure you of what?' 'Of this cursed affliction.' 'I cannot cure stupidity.' Scapegrace frowned.
I'm beginning to see Brooks [Robinson] in my sleep. If I dropped a paper plate, he'd pick it up on one hop and throw me out at first.
Choose Life over the other stuff. Get out of your head. Live. Dress up. Eat. Touch people. Help out. Give up. Love people. Give your best away. There’s more. What’s the problem? Relax. You’re going to die. Throw a party. Eat off my plate. Sing to me. Meet me in the bedroom. Get a massage. Give one. Let your amazement out into the room. Pry open the box you hide your joy in. Be a poem.
I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry.
Throw strikes. Home plate don't move.
I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.
I'm not Yadier Molina behind the plate, but I can throw a ball to second on a rope.
I throw the ball as hard as ever, but it just takes longer to get to the plate.
The pitcher is in trouble, not me. He has to throw it over the plate and I have to put a good swing on it.
The best cure for procrastination is to have so much on your plate that procrastination is no longer an option.
In order to cure a feeling of malaise, you have to throw light on it.
Imagine being served a plate of sushi. But this plate also holds all of the animals that were killed for your serving of sushi. The plate might have to be five feet across.
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