“In my life I've had good days and bad days. Miserable days. Painful days. And no matter how bad the bad ones get, there's a mercy in them. Every single one of them ends.”

“Seven of those days were pretty good. The eighth day was the bad one.”

“If you've never had a bad day, you've never appreciated a good one.”

“Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.”

“This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. "Oh, it's just a couple little innocent bad days." Well, we had a big rain. I don't know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothin'. They're your days. Choke 'em!”

“Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.”