Time seems to stop in certain places.
It seems to me that we are living in an increasingly unfree society.
Playing different characters in different films helps keep you excited about what you do. It always seems like a whole new adventure.
Painting seems like some kind of peculiar miracle that I need to have again and again.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 we’re young we have a very clear vision of how life is supposed to be, and it all seems very neatly packaged.
Man, it seems to me, is not in history: he is history.
Every single day the world seems like it is on the brink of falling apart. But then I look outside my window, and things look about the same as they did a week ago. It’s almost a form of cognitive dissonance.
Fishing seems to be the favorite form of loafing.
My career divides in two: before and after 9/11. In the first part I was trying to show that Islam is relevant to political concerns. If you want to understand Muslims, I argued, you need to understand the role of Islam in their lives. Now that seems obvious.
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.
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.
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.
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.
How little do they see what really is, who frame their hasty judgment upon that which seems.
It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating, but so is the beauty in the consciousness of more and more people.
Jazz is smooth and cool. Jazz is rage. Jazz flows like water. Jazz never seems to begin or end. Jazz isn’t methodical, but jazz isn’t messy either. Jazz is a conversation, a give and take. Jazz is the connection and communication between musicians. Jazz is abandon.
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.
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.
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 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.
‘Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
Oftentimes, what seems to be a street lunatic charging at me spouting gibberish turns out to be a devoted ‘Simpsons’ fan quoting their favorite line.
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.
I don’t have a definition for depression. I’m productive, and that’s not a sign of depression, right? And I don’t have weeks where I don’t leave my bed. It seems like depressed people have those.
Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish.
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.
Nothing ever seems straightforward in Venice, least of all its romances.
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.
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.
If I put anything negative in me then it seems to amplify the situation. I have to think positive.
I think few people of education enter politics because it seems like a contact blood sport.
It sometimes seems easier to trace the great general laws of God’s government in the passage of events far from us than in those close around us. We see the shape of those far-off constellations, but we cannot group or set in order that to which our own sun belongs.
Suffering by nature or chance never seems so painful as suffering inflicted on us by the arbitrary will of another.
The best part about the movie, and everybody seems to rave about it, is the boot camp part.
Our whole social environment seems to us to be filled with forces which really exist only in our own minds.
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.
One is called to live nonviolently, even if the change one works for seems impossible.
Death at times seems like a dark tunnel to be traveled, and the future seems bleak.
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.
I think Liv Tyler’s a nice-looking girl. Seems sweet.
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.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
It’s a good thing I was born in this century, when superfluous television seems to be part of the economy.
It seems some have chosen to ignore or have simply forgotten the big-picture vision promoted by Dr. King and his kin.
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.
It seems to be impossible to hold a credible election without reforming the electoral system.
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 like gaps; all my stories have gaps. It seems this is the way people’s lives present themselves.
It’s enormously cheering to get a good review by someone who seems to understand your work.
One of my favorite ways to find fictional inspiration, by the way, is to browse historical timelines. I also like world atlases – any country with a squiggly coastline seems to inspire me, as do visual dictionaries, those reclusive creatures of the reference shelf.
It is astonishing what an effort it seems to be for many people to put their brains definitely and systematically to work.
Life goes by really fast, and it seems that there are times when you’re burying a lot of friends and family. And then there are times that feel really precious and everybody is doing okay. This is one of those times.
The Miami Dolphins have to be taken seriously. Here’s a team that seems to be jelling.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
