Sometimes people talk about music, whether blogs or magazines, in a strange way where it doesn’t seem like they’re actually listening to it.
I was very much inspired by the things that I’d seen and done in politics, but I was also desperate for a complete departure from the reality of my political experience. ‘It’s Classified’ and my previous book ‘Eighteen Acres’ are both works of fiction, but if they do seem realistic, it’s by design.
Never seem more learned than the people you are with. Wear your learning like a pocket watch and keep it hidden. Do not pull it out to count the hours, but give the time when you are asked.
Obama does seem to have what both FDR and Lincoln had, which is the recognition that you have to hold back at times and then wait to come forward.
The preservation of health is a duty. Few seem conscious that there is such a thing as physical morality.
They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head.
Taken out of context I must seem so strange.
Often it does seem such a pity that Noah and his party did not miss the boat.
The sole ultimate factor in human decisions is physical force. This we must learn, however repugnant the idea may seem, if we are to protect ourselves and our institutions. Reliance on anything else is fallacious and ruinous.
Never seem wiser, nor more learned, than the people you are with. Wear your learning, like your watch, in a private pocket: and do not merely pull it out and strike it; merely to show that you have one.
When I’m not working on something, I seem to go through periods of depression. It helps to keep busy.
No, I never thought about my image. It interests me that there are people who do, that they seem to be methodical about it.
In college, my wife did a study abroad in Nairobi, and I did the exact same program in Cape Town. For me, the experience of being in that other culture really set up a longing. When I’m traveling, things seem really sharp. You learn things ten times faster.
We don’t seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business?
The giant white cube is now impeding rather than enhancing the rhythms of art. It preprograms a viewer’s journey, shifts the emphasis from process to product, and lacks individuality and openness. It’s not that art should be seen only in rutty bombed-out environments, but it should seem alive.
Deep in the human nature, there is an almost irresistible tendency to concentrate physical and mental energy on attempts at solving problems that seem to be unsolvable. Indeed, for some kinds of active people, only the seemingly unsolvable problems can arouse their interest.
A sense of the universe, a sense of the all, the nostalgia which seizes us when confronted by nature, beauty, music – these seem to be an expectation and awareness of a Great Presence.
The word ‘Islam’ means ‘peace.’ The word ‘Muslim’ means ‘one who surrenders to God.’ But the press makes us seem like haters.
It’s not all that different with the orchestra. There are orchestras that seem to be encased in dough, so that first you have to break through the normal routine, and clear out the openings.
It doesn’t really seem any different anywhere. I’d say it seems like we’re biggest in Australia. It’s just that we’ve always been this underground band and for some reason in the last month has been starting to go overground.
The dark shadow we seem to see in the distance is not really a mountain ahead, but the shadow of the mountain behind – a shadow from the past thrown forward into our future. It is a dark sludge of historical sectarianism. We can leave it behind us if we wish.
I don’t ever want to seem like I’m trying to command attention through the way I dress – but I have certainly been known to wear everything from a flamboyant suit to something very mellow and classic. I aim to just look and feel confident.
Even during the worst hardships, when the other things in our lives seem to fall apart, we can still find peace in the eternal love of God.
A lot of stand-up comedy is embarrassing: too many idiots doing it in orange neckties against brick walls. I find most sitcoms embarrassing, too, because they seem so forced.
Paris is cafe culture, Dublin is pub culture, and that’s the best place to solve all the world’s problems: over a pint! One of the great joys of living, I think. The problems of the world seem to disappear.
I am beginning to suspect all elaborate and special systems of education. They seem to me to be built up on the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think.
Computers seem a little too adaptively flexible, like the strange natives, odd societies, and head cases we study in the social sciences. There’s more opposable thumb in the digital world than I care for; it’s awfully close to human.
The troubles which have come upon us always seem more serious than those which are only threatening.
I love the idea of the teachings of Jesus Christ and the beautiful stories about it, which I loved in Sunday school and I collected all the little stickers and put them in my book. But the reality is that organised religion doesn’t seem to work. It turns people into hateful lemmings and it’s not really compassionate.
People that seem so glorious are all show; underneath they are like everyone else.
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings – words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.
I love Marlon Brando. Never seem him bad, just less good.
I’ve lost fights before where I’m landing more punches and I’m moving away from the guy. So, the way that they score things at the end doesn’t seem very consistent to me.
For some reason I seem to be a massive hit with middle-aged women. I seriously don’t know what it is.
I live in my house as I live inside my skin: I know more beautiful, more ample, more sturdy and more picturesque skins: but it would seem to me unnatural to exchange them for mine.
The hardest situation to stay happy in, I think, is when you’re trying to find love, and yourself at the same time. It just doesn’t seem to fit well.
None of my characters seem to have had sex yet – I haven’t written about that. And I wouldn’t want to deal with what’s happening in Oregon – the school shootings.
In the old days, people used to risk their lives in India or in the Americas in order to bring back products which now seem to us to have been of comically little worth.
We are ashamed to seem evasive in the presence of a straightforward man, cowardly in the presence of a brave one, gross in the eyes of a refined one, and so on. We always imagine, and in imagining share, the judgments of the other mind.
Big ideas we tend to like are the ones that seem impossible or crazy.
I know the power obedience has of making things easy which seem impossible.
Japan, Germany, and India seem to me to have serious writers, readers, and book buyers, but the Netherlands has struck me as the most robust literary culture in the world.
Many moments in religion seem attractive to me even though I can’t believe in any of it.
People seem to see no difference between an intimate conversation and a conversation at the water cooler.
Families, particularly, tend to be the ones that you take the most for granted. They seem to slip under the radar, all those important things – it almost becomes second nature to do so.
All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things seem grotesque and larger than they really are.
Unfortunately, people not just in India but globally seem to be lacking empathy. Not just during the pandemic, but in other times too.
When I had my first boy it all started and that male energy seemed to keep me awake but since my daughter, who’s incredibly serene, I can’t seem to stop sleeping because she’s asleep all the time. It’s a pattern.
It is not architectural achievement that makes the structures of earlier times seem to us so full of significance but the circumstance that antique temples, Roman basilicas, and even the cathedrals of the Middle Ages are not the works of single personalities but creations of entire epochs.
From a nobody, I seem to have become a celebrity of sorts overnight. I am dumbstruck and overwhelmed.
I love straight guys that seem gay. I’m a little like that.
Praise and criticism seem to me to operate exactly on the same level. If you get a great review, it’s really thrilling for about ten minutes. If you get a bad review, it’s really crushing for ten minutes. Either way, you go on.
My parents were political, so it’s definitely in my bones. Wherever I am, I always seem to get involved with politics. I think, once it’s in your bloodstream, it’s always there. I love it.
Sometimes when we have so much going on, it’s easy to forsake the things that seem like personal luxuries – for example, our morning run. But it isn’t a luxury at all, when it is the thing that allows us and empowers us to face everything else.
Nastiness and mockery and meanness sometimes seem as if they’re spreading like a contagion.
