You have to break some eggs to make an omelet,
But there’s no crying over spilt milk.
We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Still a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
And I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
Listen, that dog don’t hunt,
Like an octopus wearing socks,
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
You have to pay the piper,
You know, where the rubber meets the road.
Luckily, it takes two to tango.
I know I’m not just whistling Dixie.
It’s just not over until the fat lady sings.
