A Quote by Robert Breault

What you discover about life’s shell game is that it’s hardest to follow the pea when you’re the pea. — © Robert Breault
What you discover about life’s shell game is that it’s hardest to follow the pea when you’re the pea.
I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses; each book is a pea.
If you want to grow up to be a big, strong pea, you have to eat your candy," Papa Pea would say.
I met Mel [Brooks] backstage in Anne's [Bancroft] dressing room. He was wearing one of those pea coats, pea jackets that were made famous by the Merchant Marines, and I admired it and he said, "You know, they used to call this a urine jacket, but it didn't sell."
In school, they would tell you that life wouldn’t come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don’t. Don’t go after what you want. Wait. Wait to be chosen, as if only in the eye of another could one truly find value. The message was confusing and infuriating. It was a shell game with no actual pea under the rapidly moving cups.
In the game of life, less diversity means fewer options for change. Wild or domesticated, panda or pea, adaptation is the requirement for survival.
She could not explain or quite understand that it wasn't altogether jealousy she felt, it was rage. And not because she couldn't shop like that or dress like that. It was because that was what girls were supposed to be like. That was what men - people, everybody - thought they should be like. Beautiful, treasured, spoiled, selfish, pea-brained. That was what a girl should be, to be fallen in love with. Then she would become a mother and she'd be all mushily devoted to her babies. Not selfish anymore, but just as pea-brained. Forever.
There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don't let the man who doesn't love you be one of them.
My teacher said my brain was the size of a pea. He made my life miserable by singling me out in the classroom as a failure.
Some are trapped in boxes of pea-sized Christianity, full of myths about missions that rob them of incentive to care about the unreached
I did not want to go out at 5:30 in the morning with my stocking cap and my navy pea coat on and shoot lines and grades for the rest of my life.
I will say A Pea in the Pod saved my life - at the end of my pregnancy. I even wear their tanks now to work out in because they're really long.
The peanut is neither a pea nor a nut. Discuss.
How lucious lies the pea within the pod.
My first-ever role was the king in 'The Princess and the Pea.'
All I wanted was to be a pea of being inside the green pod of time.
I have this obsession with pea pods. They're just really nice to look at. They can be perfect.
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