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.
Vox populi vox dei: the voice of the people is the voice of God. The slogan was useful for those who first attempted to substitute the people for God as the source of political authority. Their attempt was ultimately so successful that God no longer seems to be needed in government.
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.
I realize that nothing’s as it seems.
If you see a whole thing – it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives… But up close a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.
Poetry seems to be the only weapon able to beat language, using language’s own means.
It seems that it is madder never to abandon one’s self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armor.
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.
Sometimes it seems as if there are more solutions than problems. On closer scrutiny, it turns out that many of today’s problems are a result of yesterday’s solutions.
Nothing is ever as bad as it seems. Nor does it ever last as long as you think.
There are things I take sides about, like capital punishment, which it seems to me there is only one side about: it is evil. But there are two or three sides to sexual harassment, and the moment you get into particular cases, there is injustice in every conceivable direction. It’s a mess.
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.
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.
Resentment seems to have been given us by nature for a defense, and for a defense only! It is the safeguard of justice and the security of innocence.
It only seems that there is something more important for you to do than to just quietly be yourself.
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.
It seems to me that for Darwin the pulsing of evolutionary rates was a strictly vertical phenomenon.
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.
The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.
Nowadays, kids know how a programme like Merlin is made and how it works. But the show just seems to grow in popularity the more it goes on.
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.
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.
It seems that the greatest difficulty is to find the end. Don’t try to find it, it’s there already.
I surely don’t think ignorance is bliss. But like everything else that has survived thousands of years of human evolution, ignorance – like denial, self-delusion, and magical thinking – seems to have its uses.
Populism has had as many incarnations as it has had provocations, but its constant ingredient has been resentment, and hence whininess. Populism does not wax in tranquil times; it is a cathartic response to serious problems. But it always wanes because it never seems serious as a solution.
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.
It seems to me that the idea traditionally defended of endeavoring to maintain existing ethnic balances simply doesn’t work any more.
The achievements of willpower are almost beyond computation. Scarcely anything seems impossible to the man who can will strongly enough and long enough.
I’m travelling more than ever. I don’t have the answer as to why, but the demand seems to have grown as I’ve got older.
It seems like if you are not painted up special way or have some tailor made outfit to put on to go out on stage… I don’t know… there’s too much of it out there.
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.
It’s not me to toot my horn. The minute you toot your horn, it seems like society will try and disconnect your battery. And if you do not toot your horn, they’ll try their darnedest to give you a horn to toot, or say that you should have a horn.
I myself, as an American Indian, feel like a failure in a way. I have not been able to do anything about the fact that these large corporations are taking so much natural gas and oil out of the soil. It seems like we’re always involved in fighting something. It’s tiresome.
I’m happy to stick with my persona. There are themes of love lost and love regained, but the main themes of all poems are basically love and death, and that seems to be the message of poetry.
I hope to have more than one main weapon. I have the Phenomenal Forearm as we’re calling it now, the Calf Crusher – the Styles Clash is still available. I like to have a lot of alternative moves to hit people with, and whatever seems to work is what I’ll go with.
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.
I can write a poem in 10 minutes. I like writing songs; I can write songs in 5 or 10 minutes. My concentration seems very short.
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.
It seems to me that in literature, books have always been answers to other books.
I left family court for the vagaries of TV and said to myself, ‘Judy, what the hell are you thinking?’ It seems like only yesterday.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
For me, I love to dream big, and I love to find ways to be a bit of an explorer. These days, it seems like everything is padded and comes with warning labels.
Remember that what seems zeitgeisty today is the cause of tomorrow’s bafflement or, worse, ridicule.
My biggest fear in life is losing the people I love, and the thing with cancer is that it seems that you can’t really control it.
To contrast national solidarity and international cooperation as two opposites seems foolish to me.
The difficulty of writing a second novel is directly proportional to how successful the first novel was, it seems.
Movement of people is taking place on an immense scale, and from a European perspective, the number of potential future immigrants seems limitless.
To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers.
The clock has been turned back on racial progress in America, though scarcely anyone seems to notice. All eyes are fixed on people like Barack Obama and Oprah Winfrey who have defied the odds and achieved great power, wealth, and fame.
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.
At the risk of damaging the ‘First Take’ ratings, the God’s truth is I do not hate LeBron James. I actually like the man, who seems as close to being a role model as any superstar can be. He seems to be a good father and husband with a sharing, caring heart.
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.
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.
