I’m very much in the trenches, and I don’t live in the lap of luxury. I come from a working-class military family. We watch the news and read the paper and vote, so there’s always something to be upset about. I always have a certain amount of angst in my back pocket.
Nothing will land on your lap, you need to work hard and fight for your dreams.
A lot of people say that ‘the best songs fall into your lap’ and that they’re the easiest ones to write and take the shortest amount of time: I wholeheartedly disagree with that.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
You’re in the lap of the gods. If people go, they go, and if they don’t.
Things are forgotten and then perhaps picked up again, if we’re lucky, it lasts… if not, then it’s in the lap of the gods. The important thing was to do some work that I liked and hopefully that some others might also like, whether for a minute, a week, a month, a year.
Sometimes in life, things just fall in to my lap. I’m very blessed that way.
Professionally, I have no major goals. That’s partly because I’m really flaky. I want things, but I don’t go after them. I’d rather they be placed in my lap.
I’ve grown up in the lap of the world.
When I went into the last lap I was regretting a bit that it was over. I was enjoying again the first sector for the last time. Simply fantastic this circuit, and if you get 53 laps more, you appreciate it even more. It’s made by God’s hands.
As a driver, you want to race every lap possible, especially when you’ve got a good car.
Every year, I looked forward to Oprah Winfrey’s Favorite Things episode. I watched with my notebook computer in my lap so I could Google the items and order them for the friends and family on my holiday gift-giving list.
A man watches his pear tree day after day, impatient for the ripening of the fruit. Let him attempt to force the process, and he may spoil both fruit and tree. But let him patiently wait, and the ripe pear at length falls into his lap.
I didn’t have to struggle at all to get an agent and a publisher. Everything fell into my lap.
Bootworks’ Black Box Theatre has a maximum seating capacity of two – as long as one of you is happy to sit on the other’s lap.
Every lap is different.
There is no such thing as a low risk lap in Monaco. It doesn’t exist if you want to be fast, because you have to be on the limit.
My mother went to a school called ‘The Club of the Three Wise Monkeys’. And my grandmother, my father’s mother, had a gold charm for her made with the speak no, see no, hear no evil monkeys. And I was fascinated by that charm. I’d sit in my mother’s lap and play with it all the time.
There is no secret, once we go to qualifying, we all seem to enjoy it. Qualifying is all about putting everything that you have and that the car has in one lap. It’s like a rush, I really enjoy that.
Worst part of being a writer: having to tell my toddler that I can’t play with her because I’m working. Keep in mind that working consists of me at home with a laptop on my lap sitting on the couch. It doesn’t look like working. I don’t have a hammer or anything.
With my own son, my style of mothering has been to bring him everywhere. He’s sitting on my lap during interviews. When I went to the White House to meet President Obama, he was there.
What I’ve gathered from people who are big fans of the ‘Musketeers’, they adore the books to the degree where an awful lot of them, even if they have problems with an adaptation, normally still lap it up because they just love the whole idea of it.
The best feeling in the world is when you child just comes up to you and lays their head in your lap, for no other reason but just because.
I cast my first vote on my father’s lap in 1960, for Richard Nixon, in the voting booth. I was 8.
I put everything in that last lap, it was very emotional when I crossed the line. It was all I had, I gave it all.
Living in the lap of luxury isn’t bad except that you never know when luxury is going to stand up.
I’ve grown up in the lap of the world.
From when I young, a lot of the things I grappled with, with instruments, was how large they were. When someone places a large guitar in your lap, it’s hard – I’d learned how to play a guitar when I was a kid, but I never really felt like I was in control.
Why can’t we build orphanages next to homes for the elderly? If someone were sitting in a rocker, it wouldn’t be long before a kid will be in his lap.
