Unrequited love is like hitting your head against a wall that isn't there.
Climbing at altitude is like hitting your head against a brick wall - it's great when you stop.
Life is brought down to the basics: if you are warm, regular, healthy, not thirsty or hungry, then you are not on a mountain... Climbing at altitude is like hitting your head against a brick wall - it's great when you stop.
Perseverance is the most overrated of traits, if it is unaccompanied by talent; beating your head against a wall is more likely to produce a concussion in the head than a hole in the wall.
My practicality consists in this, in the knowledge that if you beat your head against the wall it is your head which breaks and not the wall - that is my strength, my only strength.
If you beat your head against the wall, it is your head that breaks and not the wall.
It's way more fun to tell jokes for an hour than it is to sit in a room and bash your head against the wall trying to think of sketches.
What makes it difficult for people trying to follow a dream is that the whole time you feel like you're slamming your head against the wall. So it's nice to make a breakthrough and not kind of lying there with your head bleeding.
It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.
Is there a brick wall getting in your way? Fine. That happens. But you have a choice. You can walk away from the wall. You can go over the wall. You can go under the wall. You can go around the wall. You can also obliterate the wall. In other words, don't let anything get in your way. Get a balance, and then let the positive outdistance the negative.
Don't bang your head against the wall about what you can't do.
Just when you think you're hitting your stride someone will shout "cut" and ask you to move your head to the left. It's such an awkward process. You try to make it passionate but it ends up being mechanical.
I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.
There is no question that in the '50s and '60s, black players got thrown at more. That's not a negative comment. It may come out that way, but that's the way it was. Hitting another player was part of the game; hitting a player in the head is not.
I first started out by hitting a ball against a wall when I was four.
Working with the artist elite can be like banging your head against the wall.