A Quote by Marita Golden

I am a stranger to half measures. — © Marita Golden
I am a stranger to half measures.
I am a stranger to half measures. With life I am on the attack, restlessly ferreting out each pleasure, foraging for answers, wringing from it even the pain. I ransack life, hunt it down. I am the hungry peasants storming the palace gates. I will have my share. No matter how it tastes.
I am not one for half measures or half-hearted efforts.
No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.
They who have been bred in the school of politics fail now and always to face the facts. Their measures are half measures and makeshifts merely. They put off the day of settlement, and meanwhile the debt accumulates.
You are a stranger, I am a stranger, we all remain strangers, and nevertheless we can like or even love each other.
American poetry is this country's greatest patrimony. It takes a stranger to see some things clearly. This is one of them, and I am that stranger.
It is necessary that I should qualify the doctrine of its being not men, but measures, that I am determined to support. In a monarchy it is the duty of parliament to look at the men as well as at the measures.
In Moscow you sit in a huge room at a restaurant; you know no one and no one knows you, and at the same time you don't feel a stranger. But here you know everyone and everyone knows you, and yet you are a stranger - a stranger... A stranger, and lonely...
I am more of a sponge than an inventor. I absorb ideas from every source. I take half-matured schemes for mechanical development and make them practical. I am a sort of a middleman between the long-haired and impractical inventor and the hard-headed business man who measures all things in terms of dollars and cents. My principal business is giving commercial value to the brilliant but misdirected ideas of others.
I urge the Department of Education not to settle for half-measures when it comes to students.
In war, groping tactics, half-way measures, lose everything.
I am half-Byronic, half-moronic; part-shaman, part-showman; half-Nazi, half-Liberace.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.
u201Che G-minor Symphony consists of eight remarkable measures surrounded by a half-hour of banality.
I believe that alternative healing methods are much more than just temporary or half measures.
I am all for contraception. And I am all for preventative measures that are legal and safe, and should be taken.
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