Tip-of-the-tongue syndrome is when people almost remember something but need a computer, or someone else, to help them find it. The problem is, our brains have always been terrible at remembering details. They were like that way before the Internet came along.
That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And if you don't sell out, then you run away... proving you're the Gypsy they said you were all along.
Don't recreate something that's already been created and is good. You want to have an idea, think of different idea. Don't think of someone else's idea.
We have all been placed on this earth to discover our own path, and we will never be happy if we live someone else's idea of life.
Brains, like cabbages, are beautiful-but in a different way. Cabbage heads are dumb and sterile, whereas brains are personal, intelligent and vibrant.
It has been very truly said that the mob has many heads, but no brains.
Pedantry crams our heads with learned lumber and takes out our brains to make room for it.
There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
Once we see an aspect of what we or someone else does as something that happens, we lose our grip on the idea that it has been done and that we can judge the doer and not just the happening.
This low-fat idea that's been drummed into our heads and bellies is completely off-base and deeply responsible for most of our modern ills.
There's a lot [of coaches], and I think in this profession, none of us invented this game, we got it from someone else, and if there's an idea, there's probably never been an original idea in football.
This was what happened after you'd been together with someone a long time. You loved that it was old and worn and comfy, but sometimes it was old and worn and comfy.
From now on you're going to have to think. There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
Every song is like a reflection of some emotions and words that we wanted to say to someone else, or some currents of life that went through our brains.
Our idea of a real problem is someone else's idea of an ultimate dream. Put the 'problem' in perspective