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Having a mind that is open to everything and attached to nothing seems to me to be one of the most basic principles that you can adopt to contribute to individual and world peace.
One way to make a baby cry is to expose it to cries of other babies. There’s sort of contagiousness to the crying. It’s not just crying. We also know that if a baby sees another human in silent pain, it will distress the baby. It seems part of our very nature is to suffer at the suffering of others.
It seems everyone in the world is now a potential member of the paparazzi. Most of the time people ask if they can take a picture with their mobiles but increasingly they don’t bother to ask.
It seems to me that, in every culture, I come across a chapter headed ‘Wisdom.’ And then I know exactly what is going to follow: ‘Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.’
If it seems a childish thing to do, do it in remembrance that you are a child.
When we’re young we have a very clear vision of how life is supposed to be, and it all seems very neatly packaged.
Complex things, if you don’t understand them, it seems complicated. If you understand them, and we know how to handle it, it became simple.
The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else’s cloud. Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God – if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your language. But be a blessing to somebody. That’s what I think.
This oxidation of hydrogen in stages seems to be one of the basic principles of biological oxidation.
I think because people are passing – people that we are aware of are passing at – I don’t say a great pace, but it seems like people are dropping, and I think it’s just making – there’s a consciousness and there’s sensitivity to it.
Parents, it seems, have an almost Olympian persistence when it comes to suggesting more secure and lucrative lines of work for their children who have the notion that writing is an actual profession. I say this from experience.
Any problem, big or small, within a family, always seems to start with bad communication. Someone isn’t listening.
It seems a fantastic paradox, but it is nevertheless a most important truth, that no architecture can be truly noble which is not imperfect.
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.
Great ambition, the desire of real superiority, of leading and directing, seems to be altogether peculiar to man, and speech is the great instrument of ambition.
Later in life, when my kids struggle to understand a tricky concept or master a new skill, I want them to have the strength and experience to tell themselves, ‘I don’t know how to do this… yet!’ I want them to be confident that, even if something seems challenging today, they have what it takes to figure it out.
Success seems to go round in circles.
Unlike physics, economists don’t settle things. There seems to be plenty of room for different conclusions that are still accepted in the academy.
I don’t know if it’s just me getting older or if it’s a reflection of times changing, but it just seems to me like among most of my friends and peers, there’s a lot more time being spent at home than out.
Maybe many directors are trying to create their own style of filmmaking, or to respond to audiences that come expect a certain style from them. But I don’t care about that – I don’t intend to have a ‘Miike’ style. I just pour myself into each film, enjoy it, and then what comes out just seems to have a ‘Miike’ style.
It amazes me that talking about traditional values is controversial, but it seems to be.
One of the biggest mistakes that founders can make is doing something that maybe seems like a great idea, and seems like a good use of time, but actually isn’t measurable, significant, incremental growth.
One of the most exciting things about dark energy is that it seems to live at the very nexus of two of our most successful theories of physics: quantum mechanics, which explains the physics of the small, and Einstein‘s Theory of General Relativity, which explains the physics of the large, including gravity.
Seems you can’t outsmart Mother Nature.
It seems that I have always been ahead of my time. I had to wait nineteen years before Niagara was harnessed by my system, fifteen years before the basic inventions for wireless which I gave to the world in 1893 were applied universally.
I’ve lived through what seems to most – and myself – many lives.
It’s great – that’s the best part about being famous is that people want to get to know me. People come up to me and introduce themselves, and I make friends, and then I meet their friends. It seems like I have a very happy and comfortable social life, which is something I never had when I was younger.
I can see a version of my life where it all becomes meaningless. On a good day, writing seems noble. Other times, it’s narcissistic and pointless.
Reading in a sound booth seems very strange. Everyone has a process they are comfortable with; this was uncomfortable for me.
It seems to me that whatever path you choose to take, in the end its up to each of us to try, test and live what we find out, to apply it and see what actually works, and that’s the exciting and challenging part of this very real adventure.
We live in a very chaotic world that sometimes we – it just seems like a mess. One of the reasons why we listen to music, and to great classical music in particular, is that everything is in an order and in a place and has a beauty that you see in nature, that you see and that people look for when they look for God.
The real truth is that the Obama administration is professional at bullying, as we have witnessed with ACORN at work during the presidential campaign. It seems to me they are sending down their bullies to create fist fights among average American citizens who don’t want a government-run health care plan forced upon them.
Your ruling class don’t care about what happens to you. What seems like some enormous upset in your community is undetectable from a helicopter or a speeding motorcade. They are pitiless.
Sometimes when you’re putting the work in it just seems so, so hard, and you never know when that work’s going to pay off.
You get quick money, it’s beautiful, there’s sunshine, but at the end of the day, you find out it’s all a masquerade, baby. It’s not what it seems.
Seems like God don’t see fit to give the black man nothing but dreams – but He did give us children to make them dreams seem worthwhile.
We should remember that there was once a discipline called natural philosophy. Unfortunately, this discipline seems not to exist today. It has been renamed science, but science of today is in danger of losing much of the natural philosophy aspect.
These days it seems that every big, new, heavily promoted children’s book is rather like the ghost of poor old Jacob Marley. Each one comes trailing a long, clanking chain of references – in the form of overexcited press releases and slightly hysterical jacket blurbs – to bestsellers of a supposedly similar nature.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
Knavery seems to be so much a the striking feature of its inhabitants that it may not in the end be an evil that they will become aliens to this kingdom.
I realize that nothing’s as it seems.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
It seems, though, that historically we have now reached a position in which Jews cannot legitimately be understood always and only as presumptive victims.
I wouldn’t call it bitter. I think it’s just sweet. I’ve always believed my life seems like it’s gotten better and better as each decade has gone by. So I don’t see any I don’t see any bitterness about it.
I’m not religious, but by nature I am spiritual. I’m an artist, and creativity seems to go hand in hand with spirituality. But I have a knee-jerk reaction against organized religions. Actually, I have knee-jerk reactions against anything that’s organized.
It only seems that there is something more important for you to do than to just quietly be yourself.
It seems to me that at this time we need education in the obvious more than investigation of the obscure.
It seems to me that we are living in an increasingly unfree society.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
The last time I saw Dad alive, he was in the hospital. He was watching ‘Hell Drivers,’ a crummy B-movie about truckers, on TV and reading the ‘Daily Record.’ This seems scarcely believable, but I actually said, ‘Dad, you’ve not got long to go – don’t you think you should be imbibing the culture a bit more?’
I do not remember how it got into my head to make the first calculations related to rocket. It seems to me the first seeds were planted by famous fantaseour, J. Verne.
What an encouraging thought that Jesus – our beloved Husband – can find comfort in our lowly feeble gifts! Can this be, for it seems far too good to be true? May we then be willing to endure trials or even death itself if through these hardships we are assisted in bringing gladness to Immanuel’s heart.
Reproductive choice has to be straightened out. There will never be a woman of means without choice anymore. That just seems to me so obvious. The states that changed their abortion laws before Roe are not going to change back. So we have a policy that only affects poor women, and it can never be otherwise.
Music is a mysterious phenomenon – it seems both to magically overwhelm and sublimate our suffering, but also to starkly dignify the struggles of our daily life.
I’m very grateful that I have one of those faces that seems to blend back into the crowd. A lot of people pay lip service to wanting a normal life, but it’s actually very important to me.
When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
Publishing is a very mysterious business. It is hard to predict what kind of sale or reception a book will have, and advertising seems to do very little good.
People in the tech community may not like politics because it seems less interesting or less pure than what they’re doing. But you see the result of not caring about politics. This is no longer an abstract problem.
It seems to me that any sensible person must see that violence does not change the world and if it does, then only temporarily.
My walk is a public one. My business is in the world, and I must mix in the assemblies of men or quit the post which Providence seems to have assigned me.
For many, the recent disclosure of massive warrantless surveillance programs of all citizens by the Obama administration has brought back memories of George Orwell‘s ‘1984.’ Another Orwell book seems more apt as the White House and its allies try to contain the scandal: ‘Animal Farm.’
The writer’s greed is appalling. He wants, or seems to want, everything and practically everybody, in another sense, and at the same time, he needs no one at all.
It seems to me that the Swedish Academy of Science may be qualifying for the Nobel Peace Prize. It recognises no nationality; it discourages unworthy national feeling and prejudice.
I’m still very much an atheist, except that I don’t necessarily see religion as being a bad thing. So, that’s a weird thing that I’m struggling with that seems to be offending both atheists and people that are religious.
People are fascinated about the world above them because it seems so out-of-reach.
My family, although they’re very large on both my parents‘ sides, they don’t know much about their family tree. Occasionally, they try to dig, but they can’t get very far, and it’s baffling. In Dublin, it seems that so many public records were wiped out; it’s proven to be very difficult, so I know very little.
When you’re in college, you meet somebody that you think is a little bit arrogant and cocky, and you don’t like them because they have this attitude about them that seems grating, and then you realize that they have their issues and this whole other side going on.
I’ve gotten to travel all over the world and meet all kinds of people and do all kinds of great things, so it’s, like, surreal. It just lets you know how time flies, especially when you’re having fun. It seems like time keeps going by faster as I get older.
So, we have choice, and sometimes it seems very hard, but the best way to heal physically or emotionally is to keep positive.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
Invariably something happens at a U.S. Open where the golf course gets out of control one day, they have one pin that’s out of control. It always seems to happen. But they’ve gotten better about the height of the rough.
Write out the story – rapidly, fluently, and not too critically – following the second or narrative-order synopsis. Change incidents and plot whenever the developing process seems to suggest such change, never being bound by any previous design.
Death seems to be a long way off. Is this not shallow thinking? It is worthless and is only a joke within a dream. It will not do to think in such a way and be negligent. Insofar as death is always at one’s door, one should make sufficient effort and act quickly.
For my mother, everything stands in relation to her Welshness; the fact she married an Englishman seems to be something of an issue. She’s kind of anti-English… anti-imperialist.
To power the country by building 186,000 fifty-story wind turbines – and running 19,000 miles of new transmission lines – just seems impractical and preposterous compared to the idea of building a hundred new nuclear facilities primarily on the sites we already have.
Every day it seems like something happens to assure me I’m in the right place, and that doing anything else would be wrong. I feel so incredibly blessed.
I think life is difficult and that’s that. I am not at all – absolutely not at all – interested in the pursuit of happiness. I am not interested in the pursuit of positivity. I am interested in pursuing a truth, and the truth often seems to be not happiness but its opposite.
I think if we get freedom for women, then they are probably going to do a lot of things that I wish they wouldn’t do. But it seems to me that isn’t our business to say what they should do with it. It is our business to see that they get it.
There are but a handful of times in the history of our country when there occurs a transformation so remarkable that a molt seems to take place, and an altered country begins to emerge.
One of the most beautiful things in the world I’ve ever seen or heard is people laughing, even when there seems to be so little reason for them to laugh.
The Obama Doctrine is the first presidential strategy in history that is exclusively about communicating – not implementing – policy. The Obama Doctrine seems to be ‘tweet with overwhelming force.’
As long as you don’t make waves, ripples, life seems easy. But that’s condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.
It seems obvious to me that the notion of God has never been anything but a kind of ideal projection, a reflection upward of the human personality, and that theology never has been and never can be anything but a more and more purified mythology.
Modern American cinema seems to me superficial. The intention is to understand a certain reality, and the result is nothing but a photographing of that reality.
I believe marriage is between a man and a woman. I am not in favor of gay marriage. But when you start playing around with constitutions, just to prohibit somebody who cares about another person, it just seems to me that’s not what America’s about. Usually, our constitutions expand liberties, they don’t contract them.
A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.
It seems entirely possible to me that horrible things can be going on without us becoming horrible people.
Don’t forget there are two sides to performing. Finding the truth, but you also have to be transparent enough for the audience to see it. How many times have you seen a performance and thought: ‘Well, it seems to be meaning a great deal to you but it ain’t coming across to me?’ It is to be shared.
I think it’s more and more important to spend time with your children, because it seems to be harder and harder for them to succeed as their parents have succeeded.
Well it’s a drastic procedure by your standards and mine, but for the people who are living in desperation perhaps the best way to understand it is that it seems no more drastic to them than circumcision.
Mr. Fitzgerald, I believe that is how he spells his name, seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
Even though the future seems far away, it is actually beginning right now.
I’m a fan of supersymmetry, largely because it seems to be the only route by which gravity can be brought into the scheme. It’s probably not even enough, but it’s a way forward to get gravity involved. If you have supersymmetry, then there are more of these particles. That would be my favourite outcome.
Don’t worry about the pressure or the responsibility. Just live in it, have fun, and when everything seems to be going right, just stay humble and remember your family.
We are told that talent creates its own opportunities. But it sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents.
The sanctity of private property is so fundamental a part of the American settlement that the country’s conservatives look with suspicion on any policy that seems to prevent people from doing what they will with what is theirs.
Strengths are not activities you’re good at, they’re activities that strengthen you. A strength is an activity that before you’re doing it you look forward to doing it; while you’re doing it, time goes by quickly and you can concentrate; after you’ve done it, it seems to fulfill a need of yours.
I do all my work by storyboard, so as I draw the storyboard, the world gets more and more complex, and as a result, my North, South, East, West directions kind of shift and go off base, but it seems like my staff as well as the audience, doesn’t quite realize that this has happened. Don’t tell them about it.
It seems to me that terrestrial beings, as they become more autonomous, psychologically richer, shut themselves up in a way against one another, and at the same time gradually become strangers to the cosmic environment and currents, impenetrable to one another, and incapable of exteriorizing themselves.
So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness.
I’ve always been interested in public health approaches because it seems to me we have this yearning for silver bullets, and that is not in fact how change comes about. Change comes through silver buckshot – a lot of little things that achieve results. That’s a classic public health approach.
I find that nothing but very close and intense application to subjects of a scientific nature now seems at all to keep my imagination from running wild, or to stop up the void which seems to be left in my mind from a want of excitement.
For many years, I have lived uncomfortably with the belief that most planning and architectural design suffers for lack of real and basic purpose. The ultimate purpose, it seems to me, must be the improvement of mankind.
The Zionists indeed learnt well from the Nazis. So well that it seems that their morally repugnant treatment of the Palestinians, and their attempts to destroy Palestinian society within Israel and the occupied territories, reveals them as basically Nazis with beards and black hats.
The complexity of things – the things within things – just seems to be endless. I mean nothing is easy, nothing is simple.
It seems to me that good novels celebrate the mystery in ordinary life, and summing it all up in psychological terms strips the mystery away.
I mainly use Stratocasters. I like a lot of different kinds of guitars, but for what I do, it seems that a Stratocaster is the most versatile. I can pretty much get any sound out of it, and I use stock pickups.
I like gaps; all my stories have gaps. It seems this is the way people’s lives present themselves.
In ‘Gran Torino,’ I play a guy who’s racially offensive. But he learned. It shows that you’re never too old to learn and embrace people that you don’t understand to begin with. It seems like nobody else got that message, I guess.
We are constituted so that simple acts of kindness, such as giving to charity or expressing gratitude, have a positive effect on our long-term moods. The key to the happy life, it seems, is the good life: a life with sustained relationships, challenging work, and connections to community.
I’m as happy a man as any in the world, for the whole world seems to smile upon me!
Everybody seems to live rather well down here in Monaco!
A god whose creation is so imperfect that he must be continually adjusting it to make it work properly seems to me a god of relatively low order, hardly worthy of any worship.
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
I can observe the game theory is applied very much in economics. Generally, it would be wise to get into the mathematics as much as seems reasonable because the economists who use more mathematics are somehow more respected than those who use less. That’s the trend.
When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
The beginning of a friendship, the fact that two people out of the thousands around them can meet and connect and become friends, seems like a kind of magic to me. But maintaining a friendship requires work. I don’t mean that as a bad thing. Good art requires work as well.
We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker of course and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more. For God’s sake, look after our people.
The cat is such a perfect symbol of beauty and superiority that it seems scarcely possible for any true aesthete and civilised cynic to do other than worship it.
Testing of self is a regular part of our own lives, so it seems natural to make it a part of the lives of my characters, as well, albeit on a much different level.
Dublin dwindles so beautifully; there is no harsh separation between it and the country. It fades away, whereas London seems to devour the country; an army of buildings come and take away a beautiful park, and you never seem to get quite out of sight of a row of houses.
I think what we’re attracted to on the page is something that is very difficult to do in life, which is to examine in what seems like a moment. To examine what we can’t do in life very well, which is to be as present and accountable to what an experience is. That’s why life is short and art is very long.
Why are Washington and Oregon the home turf of every violent Left-wing radical? It seems to be a never-ending cycle of radical Lefties burning down Starbucks and moderate lefties upset they can’t get their lattes.
My first novel was called ‘Betrayed by F. Scott Fitzgerald,’ about the difficulties of graduating from college, the longing and mourning you feel when all your promise seems to float away.
It’s a good thing I was born in this century, when superfluous television seems to be part of the economy.
The achievements of willpower are almost beyond computation. Scarcely anything seems impossible to the man who can will strongly enough and long enough.
A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder.
I never get tired of exploring Americana or country music, and I always have a little bit of a crooner in me that never seems to go away.
What do you call an electorate that seems prone to acting out irrationally, is full of inchoate rage, and is constantly throwing fits and tantrums? You call it teenaged.
Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock: each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing, only when everything is in place does the door open.
Most horror films are made very cynically, and they’re usually made by studios for an audience that they know is there, no matter what they put out. And there are always exceptions – every year, it seems we have a great one coming out.
The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.
Nothing can resist the person who smiles at life – I don’t mean the ironic and disillusioned smile of my grandfather, but the triumphant smile of the person who knows that he will survive, or that at least he will be saved by what seems to be destroying him.
You should never get nervous about anything. What today seems important tomorrow isn’t so any more.
Despite the often illusory nature of essays on the psychology of a nation, it seems to me there is something revealing in the insistence with which a people will question itself during certain periods of its growth.
My music seems to have a bigger mission than I have, which is very soothing but also very strange because people see more in me than I see, which can be terrifying.
When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I’m falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.
Horror isn’t only about ghosts or monsters. For example, paranormal romance seems the antithesis of horror. Once you have a sexy, fun vampire who is sweet, and you have a happy ending, it’s not horror.
Aspect are within us, and who seems most kingly is king.
I do not know Rep. Weiner. But I do know he seems to have the features of a narcissist. Narcissists feel empty. Narcissists feel invincible. But their emotional landscape is barren.
Everyone seems to think that digital technology devoids the medium of content, but that is not true at all. If anything, it broadens the content.
I probably wouldn’t make a good accountant. I don’t even understand what my accountant tells me. But the character is a sort of exaggerated version of me, he’s a little more frightened than I am, everything seems so much bigger to him than it does to me.
It seems that if one is working from the point of view of getting beauty in one’s equations, and if one has really a sound insight, one is on a sure line of progress.
There’s a way that you can throw negativity out there that seems rebellious. But I’ve always taken pleasure in a different kind of rebellion, which is putting a positive spin on everything, trying to enjoy myself at all times.
All my life I’ve been rowing against the tide. What can I do? It seems I was born that way.
Everyone seems to be playing well within the boundaries of his usual rule set. I have yet to hear anyone say something that seemed likely to mitigate the idiocy of this age.
Nothing is ever as bad as it seems. Nor does it ever last as long as you think.
I really believe that the aliens are us from the future. It seems to me a very plausible reason that explains a lot of phenomena as opposed to green men with one eye from outer space.
My heart seems to heal, so that speaks well for my future.
It seems like everybody’s perception of me is very bipolar. To one group, it’s overpaid, overrated; to another group, it’s underpaid, underrated, underdog. It’s funny to me because there’s no real balance.
The incredible cinematography makes ‘A Walk to Beautiful’ almost like a poem; there is a tenderness on display that seems to emanate from the camera. There is also great sensitivity to the women whose stories are being told – never did I have a sense of the subjects being exploited.
As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.
Usually, we find it difficult to control our mind. It seems as if our mind is like a balloon in the wind – blown here and there by external circumstances.
In fact, my popularity seems almost entirely a masculine phenomenon.
If this work seems so threatening, this is because it isn’t simply eccentric or strange, but competent, rigorously argued, and carrying conviction.
All of the generations go to what is chic for them, and theater seems to be an older generation‘s art form.
Poetry seems to be the only weapon able to beat language, using language’s own means.
Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.
It almost seems that nobody can hate America as much as native Americans. America needs new immigrants to love and cherish it.
What is black empowerment when it seems to benefit not the vast majority but an elite that tends to be recycled?
Photography, alone of the arts, seems perfected to serve the desire humans have for a moment – this very moment – to stay.
Self-love seems so often unrequited.
If we know anything about man, it’s that he’s not pacific. The temptation to butcher anyone considered undesirable seems to be a common temptation, not always resisted.
They had no right, as it seems to me, to prosecute me in these Halls; nor have you the right in law or under the Constitution, as I respectfully submit, to take jurisdiction over offenses committed against them.
Celebrity is absolutely preposterous. Entertainment seems to be inflating. It used to be the punctuation to your life, a film or a novel or a play, a way of celebrating a good week or month. Now it feels as if it’s all punctuation.
Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die – whether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness.
It seems to me the Washington Monument is a symbol of America’s power. It has been the symbol of our great nation. We look at the symbol and we say ‘this is one nation under God.’
As a lot of the venture capital world seems to be shifting away from consumer, we want to make sure that consumer entrepreneurs know there’s still money available.
Religion is capable of driving people to such dangerous folly that faith seems to me to qualify as a kind of mental illness.
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
I think the existence of zombies would contradict certain laws of nature in our world. It seems to be a law of nature, in our world, that when you get a brain of a certain character you get consciousness going along with it.
My mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts.
All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.
I loathe my name because it is mine and also because it is not mine; it is at once too intimate and seems to have no connection with me. Perhaps because the name is quite common, it never seems to fit me, or fit me alone. Nevertheless, when I see the name, I always feel a peculiar sense of shame.
It seems a bit weird to call someone your girlfriend when you have a child.
I’m going to insult a whole industry here, but it seems like TV is for people who can’t do film. I’m not talking about actresses; I’m talking about lighting people. Lighting on TV is just so… it’s sinful, it really is.
Poetry seems to sink into us the way prose doesn’t. I can still quote verses I learned when I was very young, but I have trouble remembering one line of a novel I just finished reading.
When nothing seems to help, I go look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it.
Iker Casillas is one of those keepers who always seems to be at his best in the really difficult games when he has hardly got anything to do but reacts when needed in those emergency situations.
It always seems impossible until it’s done.
No one planet can tell us everything about the universe, but Neptune seems to hold more than its share of information about the formation of our own solar system – as well as the solar systems beyond.
As motherhood is the greatest and most natural God-given gift for women for posterity, it would seem that the birth and rearing of children, in the way which to us seems most ideal, would be the most satisfying and the most rewarding career for a woman.
I really wanted to escape from that little girl. But it seems to me that the picture didn’t let me go.
‘The Oath’ seems like the perfect project for me, coming off the back of a big-scale adventure film like ‘Everest.’ I want to delve into an intimate, dark and psychological world where the characters are claustrophobic.
It seems inevitable, if unfair, that when a woman is vying for a prominent position in office, her outfit choices will be analyzed to a degree considerably higher than those of her male counterpart by simple existence of gender stereotypes.
Sometimes it seems that we are successful only because we have not tried hard enough for our best. We do the hard thing, and one day we succeed, and many things are made plain to us.
Daydreaming is one of the key sources of poetry – a poem often starts as a daydream that finds its way into language – and walking seems to bring a different sort of alertness, an associative kind of thinking, a drifting state of mind.
Graphic novels are not traditional literature, but that does not mean they are second-rate. Images are a way of writing. When you have the talent to be able to write and to draw, it seems a shame to choose one. I think it’s better to do both.
To think, I have had more than 60 years of hard struggle for a little liberty, and then to die without it seems so cruel.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.
We think it will be shortly afterwards, but it seems a terrible thing to gamble with such big stakes in diplomacy without having your master card in your hand.
We live in this world of great promise, where everything seems to offer an unchanging final happiness, if we can only get enough of it. It is very intoxicating.
However far back I go into my childhood, nothing seems to me more characteristic of, or more familiar in, my interior economy than the appetite or irresistible demand for some ‘Unique all-sufficing and necessary reality.’
Very gifted people, they win and they win, and they are told that they win because they are a winner. That seems like a positive thing to tell children, but ultimately, what that means is when they lose, it must make them a loser.
Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.
Men of patriarchal cultures have been committing heinous acts in the name of their God ever since they created a god for themselves. It seems that the earlier, goddess-oriented, nature-centered religions were far less cruel.
It seems that the right of freedom of speech that was enshrined in numerous constitutions is now under attack by religious institutions.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
There is nothing in the whole frame of man which seems to me so unaccountable as that thing called conscience.
I am uncomfortable talking about the things that I write. It seems unseemly to me. I have no problem at all when I see anybody else talking about the same project, but I feel my work should speak for itself.
People talk about the conscience, but it seems to me one must just bring it up to a certain point and leave it there. You can let your conscience alone if you’re nice to the second housemaid.
Scientific views end in awe and mystery, lost at the edge in uncertainty, but they appear to be so deep and so impressive that the theory that it is all arranged as a stage for God to watch man’s struggle for good and evil seems inadequate.
It seems to me that for Darwin the pulsing of evolutionary rates was a strictly vertical phenomenon.
Writing seems to be more difficult as you move through the years.
I think a lot of writers spend years just getting up the courage to write because it seems like such a fantasy of a profession. My dad saved me all that time by making me think, ‘Oh, anyone can be a writer. It’s like being a firefighter or a lawyer.’
It sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents.
The disappointing second novel is measured against the brilliant first novel – often no novel lives up to the first. Literary improvement seems like an unfair expectation.
It seems to me that socialists today can preserve their position in academic economics merely by the pretense that the differences are entirely moral questions about which science cannot decide.
If what you did yesterday seems big, you haven‘t done anything today.
The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.
It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man’s life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.
If I see anything vital around me, it is precisely that spirit of adventure, which seems indestructible and is akin to curiosity.
Time seems to stop in certain places.
While the circumnavigation of the solar system seems farfetched, it may not be once the problem of effective anti-gravitational control is solved.
One of the great currents in the contemporary experience of art is that it seems to come out of the experience of the author.
If one tries to think about history, it seems to me – it’s like looking at a range of mountains. And the first time you see them, they look one way. But then time changes, the pattern of light shifts. Maybe you’ve moved slightly, your perspective has changed. The mountains are the same, but they look very different.
There seems to be no lengths to which humorless people will not go to analyze humor. It seems to worry them.
Art, it seems to me, doesn’t need freedom so much as it needs courage and love – some would call it ‘soul‘ or ‘Eros.’
I’m usually the bad guy. That’s how it always seems to be.
It seems to me that man is made to act rather than to know: the principles of things escape our most persevering researches.
From pink water bottles for breast cancer to dumping a bucket of ice water on your head for neuromuscular conditions, it seems we’re bombarded by requests to be ‘aware’ of one thing or another.
If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough.
Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.
Citizen Kane is perhaps the one American talking picture that seems as fresh now as the day it opened. It may seem even fresher.
There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.
Humility was an important part of the way I grew up. And I found that to be less common when I moved to California. That’s not to say humble people don’t exist there, but ambition seems really important.
Sometimes I don’t want to be in the confines of what a band seems to provide.
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
I think at times I appear to be miserable when I am not… I might be having quite a good thought at that moment, but it seems I look miserable. I am not.
I always knew I was a star And now, the rest of the world seems to agree with me.
They are more human and more brotherly towards one another, it seems to me, than we are. But perhaps that is merely because they feel themselves to be more unfortunate than us.
Magic lies in challenging what seems impossible.
I think my mistakes were kind of common – leaning on cliches and adjectives in the place of clear, vivid writing. But at least I knew how to spell, which seems to be a rarity these days.
Words can be said in bitterness and anger, and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don’t go away, they just echo around.
I have spent a lot of time studying the issue of relationships, how I grew up, my parents’ influence on me. I’ve talked to a therapist,; I’ve looked inward spiritually at myself, and what it seems to come down to is that I’m a Sagittarius. Please don’t make me reveal more than that. It’s tough enough as it is.
Courage does not mean not fearing or not grieving. It does mean recognizing and resisting terror management right away, from the moment of the attack, precisely when it seems most difficult to do so.
Writing an encyclopedia is hard. To do anywhere near a decent job, you have to know a great deal of information about an incredibly wide variety of subjects. Writing so much text is difficult, but doing all the background research seems impossible.
Tiger is the greatest thing that’s happened to the tour in a long time. He has brought incredible attention to golf at a time of year when football and the World Series always take precedence. Everything I’ve heard about him seems to be true.
It just seems like we get more popular every eight years or so. For some reason, it becomes cool to like Motorhead again.
It doesn’t seem that long ago to me that the word ‘irreverent‘ seemed affixed to my name. ‘Irreverent newcomer.’ I went from irreverent to venerable in what seems to me like the blink of an eye.
I don’t like to risk – I’m actually not a tough guy at all, make no mistake about it, so I’m not going to do something that I’m scared of. So, if something looks dangerous, at the time I didn’t think it was, because I’m the first person to cower away from a risk of injury if there seems to be one.
It seems proper, at all events, that by an early enactment similar to that of other countries the application of public money by an officer of Government to private uses should be made a felony and visited with severe and ignominious punishment.
I had always wanted to become a neurologist, which is one of the most demanding vocations in medicine. Where do you stop, after all, with the brain? How does it function? What are its limits? The work seems unending.
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.
A treatment method or an educational method that will work for one child may not work for another child. The one common denominator for all of the young children is that early intervention does work, and it seems to improve the prognosis.
Feminism is sort of like God. Many people profess to believe in it, but no one seems to be able to define it to everyone’s satisfaction.
At the same time, much of it seems to have to do with recreating things we or others had already done; it seems rather derivative intellectually; is there a dearth of really new ideas?
My favorite time to dance is at, like, wedding receptions, when it’s all ages and everyone seems to be having fun.
I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.
Sometimes the picture that emerges of the man seems no longer to agree with our conception of the musician. In reality, however, there is a glorious unity.
The violent quarrel between the abstractionists and the surrealists seems to me quite unnecessary. All good art has contained both abstract and surrealist elements, just as it has contained both classical and romantic elements – order and surprise, intellect and imagination, conscious and unconscious.
I think when I was in college I thought that, you know, like, sort of giving everyone an equal amount and spreading it around seems like a wonderful idea.
It seems obvious that moral stages must primarily be the products of the child’s interaction with others rather than the direct unfolding of biological or neurological structures.
Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned.
If nothing else in life, I want to be true to the things I believe in, and quite simply, to what I’m all about. I know I’d better, because it seems whenever I take a false step or two I feel the consequences.
I completely understand social media as a method of promotion and digesting information, but it just seems like a colossal waste of time to me, and there’s a million other ways I’d rather waste my time.
The older that we get and the different stages we go through in life, it seems like we become different people. But I think that the truth is you are always the same person. You just discover these new things about yourself.
It seems to me that Islam and Christianity and Judaism all have the same god, and he’s telling them all different things.
The so-called modern conveniences may, in fact, be extremely inconvenient – everything seems to exist as a distraction from any sort of deeper thought or contemplation.
When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.
With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.
I don’t know the rules of grammar… If you’re trying to persuade people to do something, or buy something, it seems to me you should use their language, the language they use every day, the language in which they think. We try to write in the vernacular.
When you have a dark side, nothing is ever as good as it seems.
It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty; the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.
The righteousness of Jesus Christ is one of those great mysteries, which the angels desire to look into, and seems to be one of the first lessons that God taught men after the fall.
Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I’ve never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.
At first blush, it seems that the young people who were shot down in the parking lot at the base of Blanket Hill gave up their lives for a dream that died with them.
When I was young, people lived from paycheck to paycheck. Today, it seems like they live from credit card payment to credit card payment.
What’s the point of our life? Everything seems absurd until we die, and then it makes sense.
You’ve got a movie where the pro-choice family gives their daughter no choice. The pro-life family murders. What seems to be the good mother, the kind of hippie painter, sweet and cute mother has no love for her daughter really.
With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.
I know not, sir, whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not, it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life.
Most victims of ISIL are, in fact, Muslims. So it seems to me that to refer to ISIL as occupying any part of the Islamic theology is playing on a – a battlefield that they would like us to be on. I think that to call them – to call them some form of Islam gives the group more dignity than it deserves, frankly.
Know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everything’s different.
Its a touchy subject, ’cause I never want to take it there, where it seems like it’s all about race. But I feel like that’s something that comes along with the territory of being a black quarterback. When you have success – ‘Oh, you’re a freak athlete.’ Not, ‘Oh, you’re a good quarterback.’
Further, the dignity of the science itself seems to require that every possible means be explored for the solution of a problem so elegant and so celebrated.
It is astonishing what an effort it seems to be for many people to put their brains definitely and systematically to work.
The poor are discussed as this homogeneous mash, like porridge. The idea that they might be individuals, and be where they are for very different, diverse reasons, again seems to escape some people.
If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one’s own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.
Very early on in the process of trying to sell ‘The Summer Prince,’ I was told, ‘Slavery seems to be very important to this society – is that on purpose?’ Well, duh.
Repaying the debt of these ultimate sacrifices seems nearly impossible but we must try.
Our show is less about a girl who is doing miracles and more about the domino effect of this girl’s life, and how everyone else is affected. Our show seems to be a questioning show as opposed to an action sort of fairy tale.
Man – life in general – seems irrelevant to the workings of the universe: a mere smudge of water, grease, and carbon on a pinpoint planet circling a star of no special consequence.
Jill Eisenstadt’s comic second novel, ‘Kiss Out,’ is a work of such extravagant wackiness, eccentricity, and exuberance that any attempt to squeeze it into the confines of a simple plot summary seems doomed to failure and is possibly pointless.
It is not enough for me to ask question; I want to know how to answer the one question that seems to encompass everything I face: What am I here for?
When I think of some of my earlier work, it really seems a fortunate coincidence that I succeeded.
It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.
If you’re going to believe in God, if you’re going to take that leap of faith, as I do, then the God that seems the most comprehensible to me would be the God who set us spinning and said ‘Good luck.’
I don’t like being able to be reached. I enjoy my solitude. Even people having my phone number seems like too much.
It seems to be the modern Canadian approach to Indigenous people: rather than deny their problems or accuse them of creating them through their own laziness, which was how my parents’ generation dealt with the question, we now smother them with humid apologies and abnegation, but not actual compensation.
Well it seems to me, that all real communities grow out of a shared confrontation with survival. Communities are not produced by sentiment or mere goodwill. They grow out of a shared struggle. Our situation in the desert is an incubator for community.
A new breeze is blowing, and a world refreshed by freedom seems reborn; for in man’s heart, if not in fact, the day of the dictator is over. The totalitarian era is passing, its old ideas blown away like leaves from an ancient, lifeless tree.
History seems to be so clumsy.
I don’t really think I am the most beautiful woman in the world at all. If I can create some illusion to that effect – and it seems I have – then that is what spells success to me.
We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.
Pain seems to be easier, or melancholy seems to be easier to portray in a character. I don’t know if that’s because I’m a human being or because I’m an Irishman or both.
It seems like people want to blame me for everything. Whenever any issue arises, I’m said to have been involved even if I’ve had nothing to do with it. That’s why I always focus on what I know, which is playing football, and try to be very careful with what I say because people always try and twist things.
It seems effortless and fun, and obviously it’s hard work, but we love road life.
In this culture, where entertainers and athletes wield such power, it seems only right to me that they try to make their influence a good one.
‘Tango‘ was a good experience, looking back on it, and it seems to hold up pretty well.
There’s something fundamentally wrong with a system where there’s been 17 years of a Tory Government and the people of Scotland have voted Socialist for 17 years. That hardly seems democratic.
It seems to me if you want something badly enough, whether you’re a man or a woman, you’ll do whatever you have to do to get it.
It’s an interesting time that way. It’s hard to meet good girls down here. It seems like they’re all after something and interested in their own lives.
President Obama seems to understand the Constitution as a ‘set of suggestions.’
Everything we do, every thought we’ve ever had, is produced by the human brain. But exactly how it operates remains one of the biggest unsolved mysteries, and it seems the more we probe its secrets, the more surprises we find.
Theology in general seems to me a substitution of human ingenuity for divine wisdom.
I don’t like sports where it’s like, you watch a guy on a motorcycle flip or something, then another guy does it, it looks exactly the same, and then at the end one guy gets higher points! It seems so arbitrary; I don’t know who’s ahead ever.
It’s enormously cheering to get a good review by someone who seems to understand your work.
Bores bore each other too; but it never seems to teach them anything.
The world is in motion, as it seems.
The history of thought, of knowledge, of philosophy, of literature seems to be seeking, and discovering, more and more discontinuities, whereas history itself appears to be abandoning the irruption of events in favor of stable structures.
While I have felt lonely many times in my life, the oddest feeling of all was after my mother, Lucille, died. My father had already died, but I always had some attachment to our big family while she was alive. It seems strange to say now that I felt so lonely, yet I did.
The more original a discovery, the more obvious it seems afterwards.
It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
Remember that what seems zeitgeisty today is the cause of tomorrow’s bafflement or, worse, ridicule.
Any image I have, it’s just what I do, but it comes off as being very pretentious. When you’re a bit in the public astigmatism, anything you do seems like you did it so somebody would see you do it, like showing up at the right parties.
It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.
I don’t have people following me around, like bodyguards. I don’t know how people live like that. Maybe the young movie stars have to live like that, I don’t know. But it seems a little crazy to me. I don’t think you need all that stuff.
Everyone seems to be in a kind of accelerated time mode that is beyond their own control.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
Sometimes Americans don’t quite get my sense of humor. My good ol’ British sarcasm seems to go over their heads.
It seems that every time I stick my neck out, I get my foot into something else.
When you’re in the day-to-day grind, it just seems like it’s another step along the way. But I find joy in the actual process, the journey, the work. It’s not the end. It’s not the end event.
Service to others seems the only intelligent choice for the use of wealth.
I probably prefer comedy. Why? I’m not sure. I feel like the energy of a comedy is a better fit for me. I try to be a happy guy! It seems that most of my life has the energy more for a comedy than for drama. I’m grateful to do both, but I would have to lean towards the comedy side of acting.
I have this theory that, depending on your attitude, your life doesn’t have to become this ridiculous charade that it seems so many people end up living.
I don’t care about wealth. What seems to be upsetting is institutionalizing the advantages that wealth gives you.
Everybody seems to be wasting their time online. There is such a narcissistic attitude. It’s such a strange world.
Nuclear fusion of light elements like hydrogen or helium would permit approaching the speed of light. It seems very attractive to refuel your space ships where the fuel is.
There is something about inside information which seems to paralyse a man’s reasoning powers.
As I travel the world, it seems that younger people identify me merely with some of the folklore in the ‘Chuck Norris Facts’ – those hyperbolic sayings that elevate my abilities beyond my capabilities. Others view me in light of the character I played in ‘Walker, Texas Ranger’ or in one of my 20 tough-guy films.
Popular culture is simply a reflection of what the majority seems to want.
It seems that, every day, a new brand is popping up, and everyone has become an expert on supplements and training. Hey, there’s a lot of great brands and products out there, but there are also those just looking to grab a piece of the money pie.
The longer you hang in there, the greater the chance that something will happen in your favor. No matter how hard it seems, the longer you persist, the more likely your success.
Part of the reason that our politics seems so tough right now and facts and science and argument does not seem to be winning the day all the time is because we’re hardwired not to always think clearly when we’re scared. And the country’s scared.
It seems that every time mankind is given a lot of energy, we go out and wreck something with it.
People spend a lifetime thinking about how they would really like to live. I asked my friends and no one seems to know very clearly. To me it’s very clear now. I wish my life could have been like the years when I was writing ‘Love in the Time of Cholera.’
To be frank, it sometimes seems that the American idea of freedom has more to do with my freedom to do what I want than your freedom to do what you want. I think that, in Europe, we’re probably better at understanding how to balance those competing claims, though not a lot.
Obama, startled that components of government behave as interest groups, seems utterly unfamiliar with public choice theory. It demystifies and de-romanticizes politics by applying economic analysis – how incentives influence behavior – to government.
The hardest thing to have is success, because it seems to tell people what you are. But it doesn’t.
It seems the older you get, the more life comes into focus.
Roads get wider and busier and less friendly to pedestrians. And all of the development based around cars, like big sprawling shopping malls. Everything seems to be designed for the benefit of the automobile and not the benefit of the human being.
Change always seems impossible until it’s inevitable.
Though I often disagree with Republicans, I never learned to hate them the way the far right that now controls their party seems to hate President Obama and the Democrats.
I’m a neat freak… It seems to me that an orderly desk is reflective of an orderly and organized mind, you know?
It just seems like the most successful, iconic love stories are not so easy or escapist. I think the ones that stay with us and resonate are full of conflict, discord and misunderstandings ’cause that’s what makes drama happen or tension even if it’s a comedy.
Like some kind of particularly tenacious vampire the short story refuses to die, and seems at this point in time to be a wonderful length for our generation.
Looking back at those great singers like Gordon MacRae and Howard Keel – they have such a specific kind of style that it seems like we don’t really appreciate anymore.
I am living proof that youth possess a unique capacity to grow and change – that the child who seems hopeless today could go on to change the world.
The work is the most fun; it seems illicit how much fun it is.
People love to see themselves on screen in a way that makes sense and seems on point.
Time is not a great healer. It is an indifferent and perfunctory one. Sometimes it does not heal at all. And sometimes when it seems to, no healing has been necessary.
A revival does two things. First, it returns the Church from her backsliding and second, it causes the conversion of men and women; and it always includes the conviction of sin on the part of the Church. What a spell the devil seems to cast over the Church today!
Nothing is insignificant in the history of a young community, and – above all – nothing seems impossible.
In men’s sports, people criticize coaches and managers all the time, call out teammates, too, and it’s not that huge of a deal. Often, the guy speaking out is even lauded for having the courage to tell the truth. When it happens in women’s sports, though, it always seems to be viewed as a nasty, claws-out cat fight.
Well, it seems all the fish in the rivers are dying. Could this be an act of cod?
It seems the most logical thing in the world to believe that the natural resources of the Earth, upon which the race depends for food, clothing and shelter, should be owned collectively by the race instead of being the private property of a few social parasites.
Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.
The President seems to extend executive privilege way out past the atmosphere. What he says is executive privilege is nothing but executive poppycock.
It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating, but so is the beauty in the consciousness of more and more people.
Anything outside marriage seems like freedom and excitement.
To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.
One of the things that seems absolutely clear to me about werewolves – with their canine makeup – is that they would be dogs, as it were.
When reflecting upon it today, that the Pearl Harbor attack should have succeeded in achieving surprise seems a blessing from Heaven. It was clear that a great American fleet had been concentrated in Pearl Harbor, and we supposed that the state of alert would be very high.
I’d read the book and liked the book, but it made me really uncomfortable trying to picture myself in this part. Here’s this guy who seems to be the embodiment of every single perfect guy.
All the world lies warm in one heart, yet the Sierra seems to get more light than other mountains. The weather is mostly sunshine embellished with magnificent storms, and nearly everything shines from base to summit – the rocks, streams, lakes, glaciers, irised falls, and the forests of silver fir and silver pine.
If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.
Nothing I write ever has a moral. If it seems to a reader that there is one, that is unintentional.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
Whatever I do seems artificial and false, to me.
