I moved to Lucerne, where I have lived happily with my family ever since.
Ariana has completed me. I felt I’d lived all my high points, till the baby came and life’s been on a high ever since. It feels like with her I’m discovering innocence all over again.
I wanted to write the kind of poetry that people read and remembered, that they lived by – the kinds of lines that I carried with me from moment to moment on a given day without even having chosen to.
I’ve traveled all over. I’ve been to all 50 states. With my dad in the Navy, I lived in the Philippines from nine to 12, and I had dog, monkey, lizard, everything. Then I was in Hawaii, and I’m spear-fishing, catching octopus with my hands.
On the banks of the Nile, the Rosetta branch, I lived an enjoyable childhood in the City of Disuq, which is the home of the famous mosque, Sidi Ibrahim.
I was born in Newark, New Jersey, and grew up in Summit, an upscale town in north Jersey. There was this tiny area of Summit where most of the black families lived. My parents and I lived in a duplex house on Williams Street.
I’m not a film star, I am an actress. Being a film star is such a false life, lived for fake values and for publicity.
I lived in an area where there were a lot of rock musicians, and we got together regularly in our studios.
I think I lived those years very impersonally. It was almost as though I had erected someone outside myself who was the president’s wife. I was lost somewhere deep down inside myself. That is the way I felt and worked until I left the White House.
I could fall in love with a sumo wrestler if he told stories and made me laugh. Obviously, it would be easier if someone was African-American and lived next door and went to the same church. Because then I wouldn’t have to translate.
My parents were laborers so we lived on South Park, which was a low-income region of Seattle. You had a choice – you either joined or formed a gang or you let others bully you.
I’ve lived in so many different towns – Guttenberg, Union City, West New York, Jersey City. We didn’t have a lot of money, and we’d get kicked out of places a lot.
Cobb lived off the field as though he wished to live forever. He lived on the field as though it was his last day.
I would vote for the man who’s lived life, who’s done different occupations, who’s been out in the real world and struggled to make a living, struggled to raise a family, struggled with life as it exists. So I’d vote for experience, honest experience.
I grew up in a household without a TV. We lived next door to a library for a while, and at one point, I checked out all the books in the fairy tale section. I remember the librarian’s quiet smile as I’d bring back one stack and exchange it for another.
I hope I’ve lived a life of science whose style will encourage younger people.
One of the happiest times of my life, I lived in a tent on a porch on Hawaii.
I have always lived in Amsterdam. During the war, we inhabited the Rivieren neighborhood where many Jews lived at the time. Our downstairs neighbors were Jews, and there were also Jews a few houses from us. We saw how they were rounded up and taken away. That made a very great impression on me.
We are talking about someone who has lived. It must be honored in every respect. The fictional can take any kind of channel – according to the actor’s marriage to the character.
When I stopped performing for 16 years and lived in Michigan and was married and raising my children, I wrote about four or five books. I haven’t published them. I just haven’t gotten around to it for several reasons.
For four to six months at a time, I would barely eat. I lived on a diet of Melba toast, carrots, and black coffee.
Life is an exciting business, and most exciting when it is lived for others.
Our enemies are Medes and Persians, men who for centuries have lived soft and luxurious lives; we of Macedon for generations past have been trained in the hard school of danger and war. Above all, we are free men, and they are slaves.
My mom Marina and I were poor and hungry. We could sometimes not afford to eat – seriously. We lived together in a small town, called Berdyansk, in Ukraine. I was an only child. I don’t think we would have survived if there had been more kids.
We’ve all lived through something horrific, but the strength and beauty and knowledge that we’re going to win eventually is what keeps me going.
Everything must come from the heart, must be lived.
I don’t think I can tell any stories about how I lived in a van in Alaska. I grew up in the suburbs, I even had my own room. We weren’t poor. Everything was very normal.
My dad’s from Barbados, but I lived with my mum. She brought me up; my uncle took me to the football. I grew up in a white family, I’d say.
It’s hard to separate your remembered childhood and its emotional legacy from the childhoods that are being lived out in your house, by your children. If you’re lucky, your kids will help you make that distinction.
That’s the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.
Anybody who has ever been in business, anybody who has ever paid bills, anybody who has ever lived in a serious adult life knows that indebtedness is a killer.
The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.
I used to be friends with Miles Davis. He didn’t like many folks. I lived across the street from him.
Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.
I lived on my own when I was living in New York City when I was 18, working on a show. And that definitely kind of grows you up a little faster than a normal 18-year-old in college, so I think so. I think I’ve got some street smarts.
We’ve always been the development project that lived in a time pressured setting and always where commercial entities were relying heavily on releases in a certain time frame.
When I was leaving Yemen to come to America, things were tough. My dad had just been laid off, and it was a challenge. When I lived in Yemen, I thought America was a perfect place. Everything was bigger and better. I dreamed big. The American dream, you know? You have to work hard for your dream to come true.
It’s ungrateful to be wishing you were doing something else at the moment you are living. You haven’t lived in the moment that you are really living, you are wishing you were somewhere else.
When I look at it, I don’t really like people, and socializing is really awful. Outside of my family, friends, and those connected to my job, I don’t think I actively want to meet anyone. I’ve always lived in the country, after all.
I’ve played football with George Best, the greatest footballer that ever lived. That doesn’t make me a footballer. And I’ve sung a duet with Pavarotti. That doesn’t make me an opera singer. I can write and I have a story to tell, but I’m not going to make a career out of it.
I grew up in London. My parents and I lived in West Norwood, then we moved to Norbury, and I went to the Brit School. I’m a South London girl at heart.
When I was young, I lived like an old woman, and when I got old, I had to live like a young person.
It’s amazing to think how powerful of a force optimism and hope can be. It’s the thing that saves me. I believed that I lived in the greatest country in the world. I still believe that, and consequently, I believed that I had a chance, even though things around me were absolutely crazy and difficult.
I don’t come from a rich family – it’s not like we lived in a cardboard box, but we didn’t have a ton of money.
Growing up, I wouldn’t say I was poor. But my parents, although we lived in a nice, middle-class home, they had their struggles.
After Hiroshima was bombed, I saw a photograph of the side of a house with the shadows of the people who had lived there burned into the wall from the intensity of the bomb. The people were gone, but their shadows remained.
I have lived in this world just long enough to look carefully the second time into things that I am most certain of the first time.
I’m someone who is very sentimental and nostalgic and attached to the homes I lived in, and I think moving is a traumatic experience.
Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment.
The people you see in Nigeria today have always lived as neighbors in the same space for as long as we can remember. So it’s a matter of settling down, lowering the rhetoric, the level of hostility in the rhetoric is too high.
But one sets of grandparents lived on Davidson Avenue in the Bronx and one lived in Manhattan and I had an aunt and uncle in Queens, so in my heart I was a New Yorker.
In my mind and in my heart, I feel okay. I cannot complain that I haven’t lived long enough, but I’d like to live longer.
Life is here only to be lived so that we can, through life, earn the right to death, which to me is paradise. Whatever it is that will bring me the reward of paradise, I’ll do the best I can.
When I lived in Egypt, we always wore kaftans. I had cashmere kaftans from Halston. You put on a kaftan in your backyard, and it’s like you’re in Ibiza.
