No yoga. I can barely sit down.
I barely have time to think. But the best way to stay grounded is to take it one day at a time.
I’m a very private person. I barely tell my friends what’s going on half the time, so the idea that I should then talk to the world about what is going on seems anathema to me. People can say what they want. I’m not going to change anyone’s mind.
I don’t really like school. It’s really not my thing. I was barely there when I was in high school because I traveled so much. When I put effort into it, I can deal with it. But soccer was my main priority. That can sound bad, but it was.
I like going to the movies by myself. I love going late at night when there’s barely anyone in the theater. It’s very relaxing.
My grandfather could barely read. My grandmother had a sixth-grade education. They were people who were industrious. They were frugal.
I do not see myself, I never make plans, I never set goals, and I never do that kind of stuff; I don’t like to futurize, I barely know what I will do tomorrow, and because there is a working plan here, I’ve never futurized because life always surprises me with things even better.
Being called ugly and fat and disgusting to look at from the time I could barely understand what the words meant has scarred me so deep inside that I have learned to hunt, stalk, claim, own and defend my own loveliness.
I can barely remember what I wrote yesterday, let alone 10 years ago.
I don’t want to be a Snapchat star. I barely want to be a YouTube star.
When I’m writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I can’t read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food each day.
I tell students they will know they are getting somewhere when a scene is so painful they can just barely bring themselves to write about it. A writer has to draw blood.
Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly fill up with un-things: old legs and wings and heads and hollow abdomens and body bags of wasps.
We can barely deal with men who set their own rules; to ask us to accept a woman who is individualistic, passionate, beautiful and yes, possibly annoyingly arrogant, makes us just a little nervous.
My last film as director, the National Award winning ‘Zakhm,’ barely managed to break even. So why should I listen to so-called sensibilities of a handful of critics?
Whatever the reasons may be, I was very much affected by events of the 1930s – the Spanish Civil War, for example, though I was barely literate.
I’d be totally exhausted by mid-afternoon, and I could barely climb the stairs at home. It was particularly alarming because all my life I’d enjoyed doing all my own stunts in shows, taking on every physical challenge. Yet suddenly, I’d become like a very old man. I knew something was wrong, but I had no idea what.
Having a giant beard really distracts people from noticing you’re barely keeping it together emotionally.
NBC was trying to convert all of their local programming to color right away to encourage the sale of the sets, so I barely remember working in black and white, although I do know that I did do it, but there was not a major difference, though.
The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.
As most of the population suffers through life, barely surviving, disappointed and confused day after day, hopeless, wondering what happened to their strong and beautiful country, it is in the media’s power to restore, if not some of our quality of life, at least a bit of our peace of mind.
If you listen to my early music, I didn’t know how to mix. I barely knew how to record for real, and I didn’t care.
Barely a week goes by without me being asked to cut a ribbon somewhere, and I’m usually happy to oblige. Things to do with the Army mostly.
The early giants of modern dance – Isadora Duncan, Ruth St. Denis – barely left traces of their art.
I have no skills! I can’t speak French, I can’t ski, I can’t play the guitar… I can barely log on to the Internet! All I know how to do is write novels (thank goodness) and run, and anyone who has seen me run knows I’m not very good at that, either.
Most times, at the movies, my stress levels are ratcheted up so high that I can barely sit through the full production without excusing myself, clutching people next to me or crawling out of my seat, incapacitated by the unknown.
Very fitted dresses look much better on TV, even though in reality they might be so tight that I can barely move in them.
Since I can barely write two books a year the best solution seems to be co-author projects. My goal isn’t to get another writer to clone me… it’s more to produce a book that shares my vision of positive, fun entertainment.
You can’t very well live in a castle while your kin is on the poor side of town and barely have enough food. Some want you to get to the top and rely on you making it for them, too.
Average people get to school late; they’re average. They barely do their school work.
I had a lot of trouble speaking as a kid. I didn’t really speak in coherent sentences until I was, like, 6 years old. There was a long time where everybody was very worried, because my sisters were so advanced for their age, and I would barely talk.
My uncles are always busy away acting, so I barely even see them much at all, but I always know that they are so supportive. Anytime I do see them, they always check up on it and make sure everything’s okay and let me know that they’re there for me.
I went to Catholic school growing up. I can barely remember any prayers or anything!
My grandfather, Jesse Bowman, was of Abenaki Indian descent. He could barely read and write, but I remember him as one of the kindest people I ever knew. I followed him everywhere. He showed me how to walk quietly in the woods and how to fish.
When I started lifting weights, I remember I could barely bench the bar. I mean, I’m shaking all over the place, the bar’s falling, and I’m like, ‘I can’t lift 45 pounds,’ but it just goes to show how much work I put in.
A lot of the time in modern Britain, certainly in urban life, we barely have any contact at all with the people around us.
Jeff Lynne is an arranger, and I think it’s probably much easier for him to go ahead and play a part himself than to try to show somebody else what he wants. But it’s hard for me to say; I barely know Jeff.
Bush administration officials, of course, deny that they didn’t take the threat urgently enough, but there is no debating that in their public utterances, private meetings, and actions, the al Qaeda threat barely registered.
Low-wage individuals barely get anything. I think we have to reward work, and I do think that we need to bump up the earned income tax credit to help low-wage workers.
Is it not worrying in itself that European Christianity is now barely able to keep Europe Christian? If we lose sight of this, the idea of Europe could become a minority interest in its own continent.
Christians have always been fodder for comedians who have tended to portray them as anoraks – slightly clammy, beatifically smiley dullards with barely a personality between them.
I was injured in the early part of 2000 and spent 10 weeks barely able to walk.
You can have fantasies about having control over the world, but I know I can barely control my kitchen sink. That is the grace I’m given. Because when one can control things, one is limited to one’s own vision.
There was never a single murder in my neighbourhood; there was barely a robbery. It was so suburban, it was almost disappointing.
Lemonade is not just made of lemons. It’s barely lemons! It’s mostly water and sugar! Life didn’t give us that.
Ecosystems are holy. The word “environmental” is a deadly compromise itself. It’s a policy word that lives only in the head, and barely there.
If I’m running around or just hanging out at home, then I barely wear any make-up.
As I recall, my life as a child was so all-consuming that I barely had time to consider the future.
When I was barely 21, I was making my Pride debut. That was at the beginning of my career.
The prime reason behind making ‘A Flying Jatt’ was that there are barely any ‘desi’ superhero films in Bollywood which Indians can relate to. I wanted to exhibit that a superhero is more than just superpowers and leads a normal life like the others do. I wanted to attach a human factor to a superhero.
I’m not disciplined at all. I barely function. But I get a lot done. I take days off all the time, but when I work, I work very fast and very efficiently. But I’m always having days when I’m feeling a little anxious, and I take a day off. I work in a funny way.
In truth, I barely knew my father at all. He was 53 when I was born, and when I was ten he contracted cancer. Eight years later, in 1979, he died.
There’s very little about being in a functional-M.R.I. scanner that is natural: you are flat on your back, absolutely still, with your head immobilized by pillows and straps. The scanner makes a dreadful din, which headphones barely muffle.
Growing up, I ate, slept and breathed hockey. I got home from school, I shot pucks, played outdoor hockey, road hockey, go home for dinner… Remember this is pre-Internet, barely any video games, I had a Commodore Vic-20. If you weren’t doing your homework, you were outside playing hockey, most likely.
