Quotes on the topic: Yelling


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So I say keep yelling and hustling every minute you're in uniform.


Tactically, yelling at Google is unwise.


I'm not a tech-savvy parent. I communicate with my children via the old-media format called yelling.


You need someone in your life to give you advice without yelling at you.


If you're not yelling at your kids, then you're not spending enough time with them!


Basically, I started on stage yelling and I kept yelling, and then I yelled some more, and then I yelled even louder. I'm modulated now.


You can't get your head around something if you're yelling.


I don't like yelling and fighting, and I can't quarrel.


I don't like yelling insults at someone who's never done anything to me.


Never charge a player and, above all, no pointing your finger or yelling.


All improv turns into anger. All comedy improv basically turns into anger, because that's all people know how to do when they're improvising. If you notice shows that are improvising are generally people yelling at each other.


You can't abuse your voice by yelling and screaming.


I had never been in charge of anything. I'd always worked for someone. I worked for a furniture warehouse. I did masonry. I always had a boss yelling at me. So I'd never been in charge of an organization.


It's not tough at all as long as the fans are yelling, screaming and hollering.


If I could have drawn a cat yelling for lasagna every day for 15 years and have them pay me $30 million to do so, I would have.


In the morning, my alarm clock is a chorus of lemurs yelling!


Parents are people who yell and they yell and they yell and they yell. And you already have the point... and they're still yelling.


Instead of yelling at a TV set, I get to talk.


Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.


From a building right in front of my windows, I can observe the speed of the sunrises and sunsets. The voices of children playing, laughing, yelling, and crying on the playground crawl up to the eighth floor, where I write. Their voices sound so innocent from a distance.