When I investigate and when I discover that the forces of the heavens and the planets are within ourselves, then truly I seem to be living among the gods.
American readers are so polite; their reactions make it seem like I’ve received thousands of thank-you notes. It’s just lovely, and amazing the things people tell you that have touched them and related to their own lives.
The sentences I write have their roots in song and poetry, and take their bearings from music and painting, as much as from the need to impart mere information, or mirror anything. I am not a realist writer, even if I seem like one.
My rule has always been, write the next part of the book that you seem to know well. So I won’t necessarily write chapter two after chapter one.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
I think that’s the main threat in Bosnia and Rwanda and Zaire. There doesn’t seem to be much willingness to engage these problems unless they directly affect national security interests.
I’d love to write more observational comedy but the stuff people seem to respond to is the most personal so it’s snowballed from there.
From the very early days of seeing patients, I noticed that many of them seemed to be concerned with issues of their mortality, and so the philosophy training I had taken began to seem rather important to me.
If we admit a thing so extraordinary as the creation of this world, it should seem that we admit something strange, and odd, and new to human apprehension, beyond any other miracle whatsoever.
I definitely do things on my terms, it may not seem that way but I actually do.
Feminists wish women to seem like men. They’re not men.
Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them.
I seem to be getting a lot of things pushed my way that are strong women. It’s like people see Hackers and they send me offers to play tough women with guns, the kind who wear no bra and a little tank top. I’d like to play strong women who are also very feminine.
Many people in their teens wonder about these big questions – what’s the meaning of life, what are we doing here – then somewhere in their 20s, they seem to say, ‘I’ll just get married. I’ll just have kids. I’ll get back to that later.’ But they never do. For me, it kept boiling.
Be content to seem what you really are.
Every great film should seem new every time you see it.
Like our attitude to love, truth and goodness, we seem to be confident about knowing what beauty is – certain, even dogmatic – until we think hard about the idea, whereupon all confidence flies away.
People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.
I like to use my hands and make things… It might seem pretty stupid or pointless but that doesn’t matter… some of the most interesting work is the stuff that starts like that – out of a raw need for activity.
I have never experienced being madly in love the way most people seem to have been, although it is not something I would miss. Instead I have had an enormous ability to love my children and my grandchildren and my great grandchildren.
I acted all the way up until Princeton. It was just one of my favorite extracurricular activities. Then I got to Princeton and had a really conservative vibe. All my friends were planning on law school, med school, or Wall Street, and suddenly acting seem like a really risky proposition.
To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.
Men seem unable to feel equal to women: they must be superior or they are inferior.
An almost hysterical antagonism toward the gold standard is one issue which unites statists of all persuasions. They seem to sense… that gold and economic freedom are inseparable.
I mean, I’m pretty good in real life, but sometimes people seem surprised that I’m like a normal teenager and wear black nail polish and I’m just a little bit more edgy than the person I play on television.
I seem to have a knack for picking movies that go on to be cult favorites.
Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them.
They seem to be charmed by my Southern accent.
We seem to want one vehicle to carry people and soccer balls and hay bales.
My mother and father were both much more remarkable than any story of mine can make them. They seem to me just mythically wonderful.
Whenever I meet people who seem really sweet and unassuming, I kind of wonder about them.
It doesn’t seem to me strange that children should like the macabre, the sensational, and the forbidden.
While discipline and freedom seem like they sit on opposite sides of the spectrum, they are actually very connected.
I don’t know what sex appeal is. I don’t think you can have sex appeal knowingly. The people who seduce me personally are the people who seem not to know they’re seductive, and not to know they have sex appeal.
It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.
If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.
Psychoanalysts seem to be long on information and short on application.
I will admit, like Socrates and Aristotle and Plato and some other philosophers, that there are instances where the death penalty would seem appropriate.
I love matching workout sets. There’s something about looking good and feeling good, as cheesy as that sounds, and it always makes my run seem a little better.
I’m always trying to find ‘connections’ between things. That art is the juxtaposition of a lot of things that seem unrelated but add up to something recognizable.
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
In hindsight it may even seem inevitable that a socialist society will starve when it runs out of capitalists.
My biggest flaw is probably my attention span or lack thereof. And while it might seem contradictory, my biggest strength is my work ethic.
Many moments in religion seem attractive to me even though I can’t believe in any of it.
I know that campaigns can seem small, and even silly. Trivial things become big distractions. Serious issues become sound bites. And the truth gets buried under an avalanche of money and advertising. If you’re sick of hearing me approve this message, believe me – so am I.
Middle English is an exciting field – almost uncharted, I begin to think, because as soon as one turns detailed personal attention on to any little corner of it, the received notions and ideas seem to crumple up and fall to pieces – as far as language goes, at any rate.
To be able to always have a super sense of who I was and my own real identity and be petty and seem informed and always thinking in thoughts would be great.
Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
I would be a liar, a hypocrite, or a fool – and I’m not any of those – to say that I don’t write for the reader. I do. But for the reader who hears, who really will work at it, going behind what I seem to say. So I write for myself and that reader who will pay the dues.
How do I let the director know how obsessed I am and willing to do anything for the movie? Like, I wanted to write this one director a letter, so I wrote him a handwritten note. But then I was like, ‘How many people are writing this guy handwritten letters? Is it going to seem cheesy? What do I do?’
The enjoyment we get from something is powerfully influenced by what we think that thing really is. This is true for intellectual pleasures, such as the appreciation of paintings and stories, and it is true as well for pleasures that seem simpler and more animalistic, such as the satisfaction of hunger and lust.
Writers seem to me to be people who need to retire from social life and do a lot of thinking about what’s happened – almost to calm themselves.
We seem to somewhat be behind an eight ball, and what I mean by that is we’re constantly waiting for a call from Neil as to whether he wants to do CSNY.
The mere process of growing old together will make our slightest acquaintances seem like bosom friends.
The older I get, the greater power I seem to have to help the world; I am like a snowball – the further I am rolled the more I gain.
Biology sometimes reveals its fundamental principles through what may seem at first to be arcane and bizarre.
I would love to just continue playing characters that break the mold. I like making interesting decisions when playing characters, so, taking something that would seem one way and then playing it a different way.
Very few of us are what we seem.
Some people just don’t seem to understand the concept of fiction. It is fiction; it ain’t true, folks.
