A Quote by David Haye

Whenever the Klitschkos pick opponents who punch back, things go pear-shaped for them. — © David Haye
Whenever the Klitschkos pick opponents who punch back, things go pear-shaped for them.
I know things can go pear-shaped.
His pear-shaped head, I could now see, was situated on top of a pear-shaped body, which his black gown caused to resemble a piece of fruit going to a funeral.
Feelings come and go, unless you don't feel them. Then they stay, and hurt, and grow pear-shaped and weird.
I have been lucky because sometimes things go really pear-shaped with a second or a third part, but I have been lucky enough to be in good sequels.
In London I had pear trees in my back garden, so I'd make my own pear and green tomato chutney.
I've said many times I don't want to pick opponents, and I don't want the UFC to pick opponents to give me an easier route, or anyone else.
It's when you get to 60 when everything starts to go pear-shaped. Everyone thinks that becoming an older guy is easy, but you never consider it fully. It comes as quite a shock.
Nothing drives your opponents more crazy than being utterly reasonable. And nothing makes demonizing or delegitimizing your opponents easier than letting them shriek unreasonable things for you. The Republicans need to get back to being the party that elicits unreasonable shrieking from their opponents. Not the other way around.
Well, you know, when you go into a restaurant, one of the scariest things is the wine list, so whenever I'm really feeling intimidated, I'll just pick a wine type, like a Chianti or Brunello or a Burgundy, and I'll pick a year that's missing and ask for that one.
Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.
I'm trolling through the recesses of my mind for the things I did with my kids when they used to like to do things with me. They don't want to be around me now. I look back on these times - all those little funny pottery dishes that you'd pay for, and they'd paint, and they were ugly, and you glazed them, and you'd go back, pick them up, and it's like, "Oh, now I've got to put this on my desk." There's all that kind of stuff.
If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face. Seriously. Punch them in the face and go get some ice cream.
If I hit the Klitschkos with the same shots I was hitting John Ruiz, both of them would go over.
But square-cut or pear-shaped, These rocks don't lose their shape. Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
You pick guys in the first round - whenever you pick guys - you pick them for a reason.
I had to face the facts, I was pear-shaped. I was a bit depressed because I hate pears. 'Specially their shape.
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