What we make testifies who we are. People can sense care and can sense carelessness. This relates to respect for each other and carelessness is personally offensive.
That's all that counts. People being sorry. Makes you feel better; gives you a sense of dignity, and that's all that's important; a sense of dignity. And it doesn't matter if you don't care or not, either. You got to have a sense of dignity, even if you don't care, 'cause, if you don't have that, civilization's doomed.
I've got a sick sense of humour, a dark sense of humour. I do care about things and care about people but there's another side to me.
They are the kinds of things that make us a community: attachment to place, attachment to local arts traditions, the ability to read literature, the ability to look at paintings, the sense of connectedness to the land, the sense of community that comes from people taking care of their own.
Feelings aren't sensible. Sometimes you fall in love with people who don't make sense. And the ones who do make sense turn out to be the wrong ones.
The word vegetarian, I think, does a disservice because there are a lot of people who care but maybe don't care, or can't care in an ultimate way. If you think about environmentalism, nobody would ask, "Are you an environmentalist or not?" The question doesn't make any sense.
To demand 'sense' is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense.
Facebook is weird. They have all of these seemingly random rules that I'm sure make sense to them, but don't make sense to me or any people.
I think, psychics, there are some people that really are psychic, and it doesn't make sense, but why should it make sense?
I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.
Some things that make sense to me don't make the same degree of sense to other people.
...she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.
If refined sense, and exalted sense, be not so useful as common sense, their rarity, their novelty, and the nobleness of their objects, make some compensation, and render them the admiration of mankind.
I think most people who get into their 50s reassess what made sense and what didn't make sense.
I don't think that people accept the fact that life doesn't make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable. It seems like religion and myth were invented against that, trying to make sense out of it.
If you expect me to buy something where all I can sense is carelessness, actually I think that is personally offensive.