The truth is, I’m proud of the life I’ve lived so far, and though I’ve made my share of mistakes, I have no regrets.
I’ve always been fascinated by numbers. Before I was seventeen years old, I had lived in twenty-one different houses. In my mind, each of those houses had a number.
Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer when I was a lad. From then on, he lived in fear that death was just around the corner, and he set about programming me to work hard and bring in some cash.
I moved to L.A., and I lived in the Oakland Apartments, which is this notorious hub for actor children and their stage moms. For the first few years that I lived there, Hilary Duff and Frankie Muniz frequented the apartments. I was much younger than them at the time.
Our lifetime may be the last that will be lived out in a technological society.
I lived an idyllic ‘Huckleberry Finn’ life in a tiny town. Climbing trees. Tagging after brothers. Happy. Barefoot on my pony. It was ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’-esque.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken – and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
So they talk about heaven, and I don’t know what is waiting for me up there. But I can tell you this: Nothing will happen up there that can duplicate my life down here. Nothing. That life cannot be better than the one I’ve lived down here, the football life. It’s been perfect.
This is the precept by which I have lived: Prepare for the worst; expect the best; and take what comes.
If I’d lived like my characters, I would have been dead before I’d made 16 films.
Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering.
I was born in our Chembur house in Mumbai, where we lived for five years after which we shifted to our Lokhandwala house.
My father was the youngest of seven, and nobody lived to be 60. And so we were always sitting shiva in my house, and my father would say, ‘Life goes on.’
As New York City kids, you lived fast and partied hard as teenagers – experiences that informed your design aesthetic.
When I was about seven, one or two people encouraged me, and art became an enormous and important refuge. By adolescence, I was absolutely passionate about it and felt those paintings and those painters, whether they lived a few hundred years ago or were still alive, were somehow my companions.
Everyone’s the hero in their own story. You’ve lived your life. You’re the good guy of your life, the protagonist of your own movie. Everyone knows that they have more in them to offer than they sometimes show.
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men lived and worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.
The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.
We lived in the schoolhouse of the village school in Church Preen, in deepest Shropshire, and my mum was the schoolmistress. She taught the juniors, and one other teacher taught the infants. I went there from the age of three, no doubt as a form of childcare.
I think the kids in school that laughed at the clothes that we wore and the house that we lived in, and then my mother had to cut hair… I think that was a good motivator. Every time they laughed at me, they just built a fire, and there was only one way to put it out – to try and show ’em I was as good as they were.
I am a really big Harry Potter fan and I’ve seen all the sets, I’ve lived Harry Potter and I don’t think it’s destroyed the books at all, I think it’s really spot on.
The Holocaust was an obscene period in our nation’s history. I mean in this century’s history. But we all lived in this century. I didn’t live in this century.
In a multicultural, diverse society there are countless ways in which people negotiate the everyday lived experience and reality of diversity.
I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends’ floors, was happy, was miserable.
In 1492, the natives discovered they were Indians; they discovered they lived in America.
From the age of 31, I have lived in hotels.
He is like a bad dog, Bez. We lived together in a flat and if you didn’t get up before him, he would get up and he would take your clothes.
I think it’s good if areas get upgraded and gentrified, as long as the people who always lived there can stay. But they get pushed out to some place.
There are men so philosophical that they can see humor in their own toothaches. But there has never lived a man so philosophical that he could see the toothache in his own humor.
I push myself hard. I don’t like pain, exactly, but as a ballerina, I lived in constant pain. At ballet school in Stockholm, I remember we had a locker where if someone had been to the doctor and gotten painkillers, we divided them among us. In a sense, we were all addicted.
To say that the United States has pursued diplomacy with North Korea is a little bit misleading. It did under the Clinton administration, though neither side completely lived up to their obligations. Clinton didn’t do what was promised, nor did North Korea, but they were making progress.
My dad lived a good life. He was a simple guy. His family had been poor, and he joined the Marines to be able to send money home to his mom and dad and brothers and sisters. He genuinely had the intention to live a good life and to respect other people.
I’ve lived in New York when I’ve had nothing, and I’ve lived in New York when I had money, and New York changes radically depending on how much money you have. It’s the texture of life.
Never say no to anything, whatever the universe brings me. I’ve always lived by that.
My father cared about the world he lived in, and so he admitted his confusion about his place in America because he didn’t want me to make the same mistake in my life.
Because of the earlier loss of the two elder siblings, my brother and I lived a very pampered and protected life. Nursemaids kept constant watch. With my parents busy at dinner parties and social events, we only met them as if for a daily royal audience.
I lived in New York my whole life. Like every New Yorker, I have stories about spending summers on the Jersey shore, riding the roller coaster in Seaside that is now famous for that sickening photo of it being washed out to sea.
I moved back to Idaho when I was 6 or 7 and then lived in a little town called Twin Falls and then moved to Boise. So quite different from L.A. I’d been to Disneyland a couple of times, and that was the closest I’d been to L.A.
I have lived a life that has been beautiful and painful at some moments. But I am convinced others can learn how to control a certain kind of rage that bubbles up in many Americans, particularly, but not limited to, women, blacks, and other minorities.
I grew up in a family where everybody had a good time and we were at the lake every weekend and going to the beach and living a good life. It’s been the way we always lived, and my wife’s the same way – enjoy every day and have fun.
The truth is lived, not taught.
It’s worth being suspicious of writers – or anyone! – who does that myth-making thing. There’s always a tendency to retrospectively impose structures on a life. Life as it’s lived has a far more complex shape.
Here’s how I’ve lived my life: I’ve never been late to a set. I make films I believe in. I feel privileged to be able to do what I love.
I wish I’d lived in New York in my early twenties. Or learned to speak more languages at a young age. I didn’t do either.
I was born in Canada, and then my dad played pro soccer in England and then also on an island off the coast of Portugal. So we lived there for, like, 10 years. And then we moved to Minnesota. So I feel like I’ve experienced a lot of different cultures, and I’m still figuring out who I am.
Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.
My dream as a passionate cook has been to go to Le Cordon Bleu. Never could my most incredible dream have lived up to the experience. The food, the lesson, the chef, the ingredients – all the best of the best. I see why Le Cordon Bleu is world-renowned.
Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting. And you don’t do that by sitting around.
They’ve lived here now for more than half of their lives, and they raised a family here and now have grandchildren here… It has become their home, but at the same time, for my parents, I don’t think either of them will ever consciously think, ‘I am an American.’
An autobiography is the story of how a man thinks he lived.
We would like to live as we once lived, but history will not permit it.
I lived around the man who was the model for Buffalo Bill in the movie ‘Silence of the Lambs.’
Upon the farm of the uncle with whom I lived, we did know of the mortgage as some dreadful damper on youthful hopes of things that could not be bought. I do have a vivid recollection that the major purpose of a farm was to produce a living right on the spot for the family.
