Don't cry over spilt milk.
It is no use crying over spilt milk.
It's no use crying over spilt summits.
What atonement is there for blood spilt upon the earth?
Never cry over spilt milk, because it may have been poisoned.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth
Wray: Would you quit crying over fucking spilt milk?
Cherry: I have no leg!
I mean, there's no point in sittin' around and cryin' about spilt milk. Gotta move on.
Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.
This morning, light lapped the water as if God had spilt a goblet of molten gold upon a ground of darkest velvet.
It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.
The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.
There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?
I know that I'm very lucky to be alive. For 35 or 40 years I've spilt my blood and broke my bones and spent years in hospitals.
It's healthy to ditch class now and then." To be precise, it was healthier for humans if vampires ditched on days when human blood would be spilt.
I'm always the girl at the party who, within five minutes, has taken my heels off, hitched up my dress in my knickers, and probably spilt drink down my cleavage.
It's no use crying over spilt milk' *It means that what has happened is over and can not be changed, so clean up the mess and get on with life* What’s done, is done.
It was as if the future were a treacly adhesive fluid that had been spilt all over the present, so that everything he touched made his fingers too sticky to be of the slightest use.
If I were to be elected World Leader someday, I’d wear an outfit made of Band-Aids, as a symbolic gesture of sticking together, healing, and the blood soon to be spilt.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.