All human discoveries seem to be made only for the purpose of confirming more strongly the truths come from on high, and contained in the sacred writings.
I don’t know if I miss it per se, but I do miss the fact that there just doesn’t seem to be any rock ‘n’ roll out there anyplace. Everything does seem kind of tame. It’s even hard in Manhattan to go out and find a good band to go see.
As society changes, as politics change, as people change, certain songs still seem to resonate.
Surprising as it may seem, this study indicates that similar conditions are best for all sorts of races.
A lot of people seem to get preoccupied with what I’m wearing as opposed to the music.
Down on the ground, we seem to do anything but make lengthy, robust monologues. We can communicate in an instant almost anywhere. Gone is the slow old letter – itself a monologue, a sort of considered performance of best self – and in its place is the e-mail, the text, the SMS, the tweet.
We seem to live in an age where we are quietly appalled by the idea of appetites, whether they be for sex, food or diamonds.
It’s pretty far, but it doesn’t seem like it.
The frail, vulnerable sounds of which we are capable seem to be essential to a later ability to roar like a lion without scaring everyone to death.
As I get older I seem to believe less and less and yet to believe what I do believe more and more.
People seem to forget that one reason they are now thinking differently is Freud’s legacy itself.
I am the reassurance that they have not changed. In an upside down world, with all the rules being rewritten as the game goes on and spectators invading the pitch, it is good to feel that some things and some people seem to stay just as they were.
I never did very well in math – I could never seem to persuade the teacher that I hadn’t meant my answers literally.
I really am a thinker. I don’t do things rash. I know some of the things I’ve said or the way I act seem rash. But I do take ownership of it. I don’t say things I don’t mean.
As individuals, people are inherently good. I have a somewhat more pessimistic view of people in groups. And I remain extremely concerned when I see what’s happening in our country, which is in many ways the luckiest place in the world. We don’t seem to be excited about making our country a better place for our kids.
Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.
Economists often like startling theorems, results which seem to run counter to conventional wisdom.
He who busies himself with things other than improvement of his own self becomes perplexed in darkness and entangled in ruin. His evil spirits immerse him deep in vices and make his bad actions seem handsome.
Asthma doesn’t seem to bother me any more unless I’m around cigars or dogs. The thing that would bother me most would be a dog smoking a cigar.
Overall the fundamentals seem to be there and he’s obviously got a very mature head on his shoulders. He’s got a kind of presence.
In Americana, the facts and the dreams seem to be all the same to me.
Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken – they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
I start every book with something that outrages me. I’m outraged by the FBI, the CIA, and computers that seem to have catalogued our lives. Power too often is accompanied by irresponsibility.
My point of view is, I’m just a person, and there are times when I look at other people and think, ‘My God, they spend so much time thinking about things that seem so absurd.’ But I’m sure people must think the same thing about me.
All the men I fall for seem to have a commitment problem.
The problems seem so easy out there on the stump. Deficits shrink with a rhetorical flourish.
In terms of sexual orientation I don’t really feel I’ve changed. I don’t feel there was a hidden part of my sexuality that I wasn’t aware of. I’d been with men all my life, and I’d never fallen in love with a woman. But when I did, it didn’t seem so strange.
Being no bigot myself to any mode of worship, I am disposed to endulge the professors of Christianity in the church, that road to heaven which to them shall seem the most direct plainest easiest and least liable to exception.
Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.
I seem to be stuck in the ’60s, and my favorite music, cars, and women’s fashion come from that era. And the sense of social rebellion. It was a good time for a lot of things.
Attention-deficit disorders seem to abound in modern society, and we don’t know the cause.
I seem to be thinking rationally again in the style that is characteristic of scientists. However, this is not entirely a matter of joy as if someone returned from physical disability to good physical health.
I just hate plugs. It just doesn’t seem entertaining to me. I’ve never plugged anything in my life on a talk show ever. I understand people use that vehicle. It’s just not very entertaining.
I do seem to like to combine the dramatic emotional warmth of strings with the grooves and body business of drums and bass.
If things are not so good, you may be one to imagine something better. For me, I was able to imagine myself as in a role of greater importance than I would seem to be ordinarily.
Becoming an author changes your attitude too. Once you see where books come from, and how they’re made, they never seem quite as sacred again.
Seems like God don’t see fit to give the black man nothing but dreams – but He did give us children to make them dreams seem worthwhile.
If there is a God, atheism must seem to Him as less of an insult than religion.
The more people have, the less content they seem to be. In America, the cultural expectation that we’re to be happy all the time and our children are to be happy all the time is toxic, and I think that really gets in the way of emotional well-being.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
The stories have been told so often by those of us who supported President Reagan over the years that they seem mundane, almost like a fictional novel or a movie script.
I believe I can carry the message of conservatism in a way that doesn’t seem so abrasive – that has better packaging, I would say, better messaging.
Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.
Things are not always as they seem; the first appearance deceives many.
I’ve always been fascinated by dreams – they seem like such intriguing evidence of the brain’s obsession with narrative as a form of sense-making. But because dreaming is an unconscious process, we have little control over the stories we tell, so they can be fraught with anxiety, vulnerability, and exposure.
A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Almost nothing works the first time it’s attempted. Just because what you’re doing does not seem to be working, doesn’t mean it won’t work. It just means that it might not work the way you’re doing it.
Every black film feels like it’s Tyler Perry, and that just needs to stop. But people seem to slowly be looking for what else is out there – ‘Is there something else besides this type of humor?’ ‘I’m tired of seeing men in dresses.’
We seem to want one vehicle to carry people and soccer balls and hay bales.
Such a chimerical idea as telegraphing vocal sounds would indeed, to most minds, seem scarcely feasible enough to spend time in working over. I believe, however, that it is feasible and that I have got the cue to the solution of the problem.
Beyond that, I seem to be compelled to write science fiction, rather than fantasy or mysteries or some other genre more likely to climb onto bestseller lists even though I enjoy reading a wide variety of literature, both fiction and nonfiction.
What is overriding that and most important is that readers generally are interested in a good character. They might be more comfortable with Harry because they think they know him, but they always seem willing to give somebody new a chance.
Look! Don’t be deceived by appearances – men and things are not what they seem. All who are not on the rock are in the sea!
Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.
The interesting thing about fiction from a writer’s standpoint is that the characters come to life within you. And yet who are they and where are they? They seem to have as much or more vitality and complexity as the people around you.
Business leaders should show what our political leaders seem to lack – that is, a common-sense view of the times.
I thought my life would seem more interesting with a musical score and a laugh track.
Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we want to conceal.
I believe that the short story is as different a form from the novel as poetry is, and the best stories seem to me to be perhaps closer in spirit to poetry than to novels.
