A Quote by Wilson Mizner

Count 10 over him - he'll get up — © Wilson Mizner
Count 10 over him - he'll get up
We ought to take him offshore and dunk him 10 feet underwater and pull him up and ask him What's that all over your face?
We don't get the greatest tools to deal with anger. It's like, 'Hey, count to 10.' When someone really upsets me, how do I respond? I don't usually start counting to 10 and breathing deeply.
Not everything that counts can be counted. You can count sales. You can count fans and followers. You can count pins and tweets. But you can't count passion. You can't count commitment. You can't count engagement. You can't count relationships.
I can count on one hand the number of instrumental hits there have been over the last 10 years.
It don't matter as long as he can count up to 10
I've done more than 65 films. I don't count them anymore. The first 10 you count and then you stop.
I was on my face. I heard the count from one to 10. I kept telling myself that I had to get up, but I couldn't move. I couldn't make myself move. It was the strangest feeling.
Even before I was in New York, I couldn't even count how many places I lived in L.A. Definitely over 10.
Most guys open their closet and tend to wear about 10% of what they own - and they wear that 10% over and over again. So the trick is to be honest with yourself and figure out what that 10% is.
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.
I've lost count of the number of blokes who've come up to me over the years and said 'thanks for making it OK for indie guys to get on the dance floor.'
Only the fat-cat corporations can really afford to put on two mega-ready-to-wear shows a year, or four if you add two haute couture shows, or six if you count men's wear. Resort and prefall push the number up to eight. A couple of promotional shows in Asia, Brazil, Dubai or Moscow can bring the count to 10.
Time will make it worse! You're...the other half of his soul. He's never going to get over you. And no matter how much you hope that you will... you'll never get over him. You're going to wake up one day and realize what you've done, and you're going to regret the time you wasted apart from him for the rest of your life.
My perfect Sunday is waking up at 10 - which, you know, those days are over for me - but waking up at 10, breakfast with children, hanging out with well-behaved children.
At 10, I could walk down the street and see over everybody's head. I don't remember being little or having to look up at people. I think I was born 5 feet 10. It's not that I felt especially tall. I was wondering when everybody else was going to catch up.
Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be - you get a fresh start, your slate's wiped clean. Count yourself lucky - God holds nothing against you and you're holding nothing back from Him.
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