Early Bird Gets The Worm Quotes

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Birds are the last of the dinosaurs. Tiny velociraptors with wings. Devouring defenseless wiggly things and, and nuts, and fish, and, and other birds. They get the early worms. And have you ever watched a chicken eat? They may look innocent, but birds are, well, they're vicious.

The early bird gets the worm but the late bird doesn't even get the late worm.

I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm.

The early bird may get the worm, but it's the second mouse who gets the cheese.

The early bird catches the worm but it's the second mouse that gets the cheese.

Early bird gets the worm. But cookie taste better than worm. So me sleep in.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese

No. Christ. Now give me that dragon dick, Blackbird.”  “No way.” I manage to slip out of my chair with the e-reader before he can grab me, waving it toward him in a taunt as I back away toward our rooms. “Goodnight, weirdo. I’m going to bed. Early bird gets the worm, you know. Might plan myself a solo hiking trip to Davis Creek. No boys allowed unless they have scales and a breeding kink.”  “Of all the times to forget my dinosaur onesie at home.” Rowan sighs,

It's true that the early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

We all stared at the scoreboard in stunned silence. Only Carter was able to get anything out. "That," he told Robert exuberantly, "is how a bird in the hand gets up before the early worm." "That doesn't make any sense," said Roger. Carter pointed at the scoreboard. "Neither does that, but there you have it.

The early bird gets the worm, and the early fox gets the bird.

I was on a mission. I had to learn to comfort myself, to see what others saw in me and believe it. I needed to discover what the hell made me happy other than being in love. Mission impossible. When did figuring out what makes you happy become work? How had I let myself get to this point, where I had to learn me..? It was embarrassing. In my college psychology class, I had studied theories of adult development and learned that our twenties are for experimenting, exploring different jobs, and discovering what fulfills us. My professor warned against graduate school, asserting, "You're not fully formed yet. You don't know if it's what you really want to do with your life because you haven't tried enough things." Oh, no, not me.." And if you rush into something you're unsure about, you might awake midlife with a crisis on your hands," he had lectured it. Hi. Try waking up a whole lot sooner with a pre-thirty predicament worm dangling from your early bird mouth. "Well to begin," Phone Therapist responded, "you have to learn to take care of yourself. To nurture and comfort that little girl inside you, to realize you are quite capable of relying on yourself. I want you to try to remember what brought you comfort when you were younger." Bowls of cereal after school, coated in a pool of orange-blossom honey. Dragging my finger along the edge of a plate of mashed potatoes. I knew I should have thought "tea" or "bath," but I didn't. Did she want me to answer aloud? "Grilled cheese?" I said hesitantly. "Okay, good. What else?" I thought of marionette shows where I'd held my mother's hand and looked at her after a funny part to see if she was delighted, of brisket sandwiches with ketchup, like my dad ordered. Sliding barn doors, baskets of brown eggs, steamed windows, doubled socks, cupcake paper, and rolled sweater collars. Cookouts where the fathers handled the meat, licking wobbly batter off wire beaters, Christmas ornaments in their boxes, peanut butter on apple slices, the sounds and light beneath an overturned canoe, the pine needle path to the ocean near my mother's house, the crunch of snow beneath my red winter boots, bedtime stories. "My parents," I said. Damn. I felt like she made me say the secret word and just won extra points on the Psychology Game Network. It always comes down to our parents in therapy.

Wake early, take more!

The early worm gets eaten by the early bird.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

The patient bird gets the worm," Skylene said with a confident nod. "That's another classic phrase." Tangerina rolled her eyes and pulled her friend aside. "Skylene, the phrase is 'The early bird gets the worm," she said. "It's supposed to encourage people to wake up early." "Oh," Skylene said. "But that's not very encouraging for an early worm.

The sun shines every day. Some times the clouds get in the way.

You will not remember much from school. School is designed to teach you how to respond and listen to authority figures in the event of an emergency. Like if there's a bomb in a mall or a fire in an office. It can, apparently, take you more than a decade to learn this. These are not the best days of your life. They are still ahead of you. You will fall in love and have your heart broken in many different, new and interesting ways in college or university (if you go) and you will actually learn things, as at this point, people will believe you have a good chance of obeying authority and surviving, in the event of an emergency. If, in your chosen career path, there are award shows that give out more than ten awards in one night or you have to pay someone to actually take the award home to put on your mantlepiece, then those awards are more than likely designed to make young people in their 20's work very late, for free, for other people. Those people will do their best to convince you that they have value. They don't. Only the things you do have real, lasting value, not the things you get for the things you do. You will, at some point, realise that no trophy loves you as much as you love it, that it cannot pay your bills (even if it increases your salary slightly) and that it won't hold your hand tightly as you say your last words on your deathbed. Only people who love you can do that. If you make art to feel better, make sure it eventually makes you feel better. If it doesn't, stop making it. You will love someone differently, as time passes. If you always expect to feel the same kind of love you felt when you first met someone, you will always be looking for new people to love. Love doesn't fade. It just changes as it grows. It would be boring if it didn't. There is no truly "right" way of writing, painting, being or thinking, only things which have happened before. People who tell you differently are assholes, petrified of change, who should be violently ignored. No philosophy, mantra or piece of advice will hold true for every conceivable situation. "The early bird catches the worm" does not apply to minefields. Perfection only exists in poetry and movies, everyone fights occasionally and no sane person is ever completely sure of anything. Nothing is wrong with any of this. Wisdom does not come from age, wisdom comes from doing things. Be very, very careful of people who call themselves wise, artists, poets or gurus. If you eat well, exercise often and drink enough water, you have a good chance of living a long and happy life. The only time you can really be happy, is right now. There is no other moment that exists that is more important than this one. Do not sacrifice this moment in the hopes of a better one. It is easy to remember all these things when they are being said, it is much harder to remember them when you are stuck in traffic or lying in bed worrying about the next day. If you want to move people, simply tell them the truth. Today, it is rarer than it's ever been. (People will write things like this on posters (some of the words will be bigger than others) or speak them softly over music as art (pause for effect). The reason this happens is because as a society, we need to self-medicate against apathy and the slow, gradual death that can happen to anyone, should they confuse life with actually living.)

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. —Steven Wright

The going was rough, and it was time to get going. There was no time like the present, because the early bird catches the worm.

Wake late, win late.

THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM

The early bird gets the worm that should have slept in.

We'll leave around six." "Is that...morning, six-ish?" "The early bird gets the worm. Not a bad deal, if you enjoy high-quality worm meat.

Alfred E. Neuman: The early bird gets the worm. But then, what about the early worm?

Classic style also differs subtly from plain style, where everything is in full view and the reader needs no help in seeing anything. In classic style the writer has worked hard to find something worth showing and the perfect vantage point from which to see it. The reader may have to work hard to discern it, but her efforts will be rewarded. Classic style, Thomas and Turner explain, is aristocratic, not egalitarian: "Truth is available to all who are willing to work to achieve it, but truth is certainly not commonly possessed by all and is no one's birthright." The early bird gets the worm, for example, is plain. The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets cheese is classic.

The early bird catches the worm & the sleeper catches nothing but dreams. Get up & get about your business. Good morning world, rise & grind.

The early bird gets the first worm, but the wisest bird gets the fattest one.

The early bird who gets the worm works for somebody who comes in late and owns the worm farm.

The early bird often gets the worm; but slow and steady wins the race.

The early bird gets the first worm, but the wisest bird gets the fastest one.

It’s not the early bird that gets the worm, it's the one who knows to go outside after a rainstorm.

The early worm gets bird shit.

Birds,” Spider said, “are the last of the dinosaurs. Tiny velociraptors with wings. Devouring defenseless wiggly things and, and nuts, and fish, and, and other birds. They get the early worms. And have you ever watched a chicken eat? They may look innocent, but birds are, well, they’re vicious.

Straight off, we were in the country. It was most lovely and pleasant in those sylvan solitudes in the early cool morning in the first freshness of autumn. From hilltops we saw fair green valleys lying spread out below, with streams winding through them, and island groves of trees here and there, and huge lonely oaks scattered about and casting black blots of shade; and beyond the valleys we saw the ranges of hills, blue with haze, stretching away in billowy perspective to the horizon, with at wide intervals a dim fleck of white or gray on a wave-summit, which we knew was a castle. We crossed broad natural lawns sparkling with dew, and we moved like spirits, the cushioned turf giving out no sound of footfall; we dreamed along through glades in a mist of green light that got its tint from the sun-drenched roof of leaves overhead, and by our feet the clearest and coldest of runlets went frisking and gossiping over its reefs and making a sort of whispering music, comfortable to hear; and at times we left the world behind and entered into the solemn great deeps and rich gloom of the forest, where furtive wild things whisked and scurried by and were gone before you could even get your eye on the place where the noise was; and where only the earliest birds were turning out and getting to business with a song here and a quarrel yonder and a mysterious far-off hammering and drumming for worms on a tree trunk away somewhere in the impenetrable remotenesses of the woods. And by and by out we would swing again into the glare.

Saturday is birthday cake day. During the week, the panadería is all strong coffee and pan dulce. But on weekends, it's sprinkle cookies and pink cake. By ten or eleven this morning, we'll get the first rush of mothers picking up yellow boxes in between buying balloons and paper streamers. In the back kitchen, my father hums along with the radio as he shapes the pastry rounds of ojos de buey, the centers giving off the smell of orange and coconut. It may be so early the birds haven't even started up yet, but with enough of my mother's coffee and Mariachi Los Camperos, my father is as awake as if it were afternoon. While he fills the bakery cases, my mother does the delicate work of hollowing out the piñata cakes, and when her back is turned, I rake my fingers through the sprinkle canisters. During open hours, most of my work is filling bakery boxes and ringing up customers (when it's busy) or washing dishes and windexing the glass cases (when it's not). But on birthday cake days, we're busy enough that I get to slide sheet cakes from the oven and cover them in pink frosting and tiny round nonpareils, like they're giant circus-animal cookies. I get to press hundreds-and-thousands into the galletas de grajea, the round, rainbow-sprinkle-covered cookies that were my favorite when I was five. My mother finishes hollowing two cake halves, fills them with candy- green, yellow, and pink this time- and puts them back together. Her piñatas are half our Saturday cake orders, both birthday girls and grandfathers delighting at the moment of seeing M&M's or gummy worms spill out. She covers them with sugar-paste ruffles or coconut to look like the tiny paper flags on a piñata, or frosting and a million rainbow sprinkles.

The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese!

It’s true that the early bird gets the worm, but we can’t forget that the early worm gets caught.

Africa runs on her own time and showed no respect for my “early bird gets the worm” mentality. Most of what brought me success or won achievement at home simply didn’t work in Africa.

The early bird may get the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese. -Anon.

The early bird may get the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese." -Anon.

Early In The Morning Oh, I never, you know I loved you till you left me Oh, I never, you know I cared till you were gone I was young and foolish, I didn't know what I was doin' I didn't know I lost you till you're gone Oh, I never, knew I loved you till you were gone So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover Gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover Now I gotta get up early every morning 'Cause the early bird always catches the worm Now I gotta get up every morning Gotta make up for the lesson I've learned Gotta find me a lover that won't run for cover Gotta find me a lover that won't run the mother 'Cause I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover I was young and foolish, I didn't know what I was doin' I didn't know I lost you till you're gone She had a pretty face that drove me wild I even wanted her to have my child Early in the morning To find me another lover So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover So I gotta get up early in the morning To find me another lover (Team say it) Gotta find me another lover Gotta find me another lover Gotta find me another lover Gotta find me another lover (Ladies just sing it one time, sing ladies) Gotta find me another lover Gotta find me another lover Gotta find me another lover Gotta find me another lover Early in the mornin' In the middle of the day, baby Late at night, mama Everything gonna be all right Early in the mornin' In the middle of the day, baby Late at night, baby Everything will be all right Early in the mornin' In the middle of the day, baby Late at night, baby Everything will be all right Early in the mornin', baby In the middle of the day, baby Late at night, mama Everything will gonna be all right, yeah Early in the mornin', baby In the middle of the day, baby Late at night, mama Everything will gonna be all right

Early bird gets the worm. But the worm eats the early bird from inside. Slithering out to the sidewalk to melt beneath the sun.

Goodnight, weirdo. I’m going to bed. Early bird gets the worm, you know. Might plan myself a solo hiking trip to Davis Creek. No boys allowed unless they have scales and a breeding kink.”  “Of all the times to forget my dinosaur onesie at home.

Sleep whenever you can; you may have to stay awake a long time.’ Early rising may not be a vice, Ira, but it is certainly no virtue. The old saw about the early bird just goes to show that the worm should have stayed in bed. I can’t stand people who are smug about how early they get up.

If the early bird gets the worm, then what does the early worm get?

The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. Stephen Wright (1955-)

The early bird doesn’t necessarily get the worm as it might miss hours of sleep only to arrive in the wrong, wormless place.

You’ve heard the saying that the early birds get the worm. Turns out, they also live longer. That’s the news from a study in the journal Chronobiology International, which found that night owls, or those folks who stay up late and have trouble getting up in the morning, have higher rates of psychological and neurological disorders and diabetes than morning larks. Here’s

My experience highlights the importance of entering new business opportunities early on, as it is easier to make money. My story echoes the universal truth: the early bird gets the worm, especially when it comes to emerging technologies.

In the good old days, we believed that the early bird would get the worm, but now we have to say the tech-savvy bird will order the worm without working hard!

How come white people have all this?” I pondered. Nate had said, “It was just plain and simple, the early bird gets the worm. Those who came before had weapons and swept out everybody else and got all the best stuff. That’s it. Plain and simple. They had swept it all up and folded their arms and had everyone else do the work.

He who knows does not speak; he who speaks does not know. Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear. The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. The pen is mightier than the sword.