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Last updated on December 26, 2024.
My parents were very pleased that I was in the army. The fact that I hated it somehow pleased them even more.
In order to be an economist these days, you have to participate in this fairytale that somehow we can recover and still make the banks rich. And it is a fairytale.
If we could have somehow stayed away from the public and the press, it might have been different, but every private issue seemed to be played out on the front page.
I love what I do, somehow I have been able to play in a band for my entire life and that is all I ever wanted to do. I love that I get to do that.
Somehow I find it easier to inhabit characters if they are a little bit pathetic. I do seem to have an affinity with pathetic people.
A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.
I like violence to be upsetting. The only reason to do it subtley is if doing it subtley makes it more effective somehow.
. . . what happened, of course, was that I was writing a play set in the 1940's that was supposed to be somehow representative of black American life, and I didn't have any women in there. And I knew that wasn't going to work.
Capitalism is the extraordinary belief that the nastiest of men, for the nastiest of reasons, will somehow work for the benefit of us all.
I've always felt those articles somehow reveal more about the writers than they do about me.
It's not easy to focus again, you know, after playing three or four hours. I don't know, I do it well somehow.
Interpreting gives me a chance to do what I do well and have done since I was a kid. At one time, I might have wanted to be an actor or performer, and it somehow fulfills that in a non-threatening way.
We don't know all the reasons that propel us on a spiritual journey, but somehow our life compels us to go.
The important thing about groupthink is that it works not so much by censoring dissent as by making dissent seem somehow improbable.
In the same way that a mundane object can have a personality somehow, I try to suggest that a mundane setting can have some menace behind it.
And so, as generally happens, those who have most give least, and those with less somehow make shrift to share.
What had happened to our love? Somehow it had faded, or worn out, or simply withered away.
That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.
It's heartbreaking but we're trying to get over it. As disappointed as we were, I think that somehow you have to find a way to think that it happened for a reason.
There are nights when you are lucky enough to tap into something about yourself that you are unaware of and can't possibly control, and somehow, at that moment, other people can view it or sense it or feel it.
Somehow or another, my mother taught me to push through my fear, always. Feel the fear and do it anyway.
There is a tendency in the media to simplify me to the point that I am somehow a tough guy. I think there is a lot more to me.
It would be a sad thing if the religious and moral convictions upon which the American experiment was founded could now somehow be considered a danger to free society.
Photography has always been about documentary, the depiction of the instant, a moment, sometimes a place. Each project is somehow an experimentation of a specific context or a character.
In the rural South, the only interesting people were the sexual deviants. Everybody else was able to be part of the mainstream, and could find a way somehow.
I know it's kind of a strange thing I'm talking about, but another part of me truly believes I can fly, like somehow my mind can figure it out.
As it is, plain reasoning assures me I am not indispensable to the universe: but with this reasoning, somehow, does not travel my belief.
The freer the society gets, the more dangerous the great beast becomes and the more you have to be careful to cage it somehow.
We have somehow conned ourselves into the notion that this moment is ordinary. This now moment, in which I'm talking and you're listening, is eternity.
People who die in an untimely way who are artists, somehow that validates their art, we feel. Why culturally we feel that, I don't know.
Check out that one at the end. He's taken the form of a footstool. Weird...but somehow I like his style." "That is a footstool.
I was always interested in being a writer. Yet, at the time, it somehow seemed more unfeasible to be a writer than a musician.
When I look back on everything I've done, it all somehow makes sense to me. But it doesn't make sense when you're actually doing it.
I know that somehow, every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step towards finding you.
I always said there's no way I'd work in America because I'm too weird and I'm too old, but somehow it's happened.
I had good parents. Nothing terrible happened. But I had the feeling that they kind of protected me from reality somehow.
Reading the Bible can be like meeting someone you don't know who, oddly, somehow seems to know you deeply. It's uncanny.
Everything that has to do with sex is somehow... it's the best thing in the world, and it's still the one thing people don't want you to talk about.
I don't think I really do go shopping. Somehow clothes just kind of end up in my closet. I do not like shopping; I'm not into it.
It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.
Most people somehow look at people in the crisis industry as fixers, but some things can't be fixed by an outside person.
There were good jobs, but they were never what I wanted to do. Somehow, people always thought of Wilma Rudolph as a threat.
Everything on 'Sharknado' somehow, for some reason, something went wrong with everything. The days we had the water towers, they weren't working.
A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.
It's very human to try to put things into boxes, and it's hard for us to reconcile with grey areas, and yet somehow, that's the area I find the most poetic, the juiciest.
Maybe that is the power of poetry. It somehow transcends news cycles, and becomes a part of our collective imagination. That is the beauty of the art form I like to play with.
I think the darker aspect of my fiction-or anybody's fiction-is by its very nature somehow easier to talk about.
Art alone develops weaklings, science alone, monsters. Somewhere, somehow, we must combine the two.
It's somehow more comforting to imagine that one's suffering is unique, and to measure against what one doesn't know, rather than against what one does.
The divine flame of thought is inextinguishable in the Filipino people, and somehow or other it will shine forth and compel recognition. It is impossible to brutalize the inhabitants of the Philippines!
Our creative dreams are subject to grudge-holding when we decide that other people somehow have made their dreams real and we have not.
At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.
You can somehow get access to what is perceived to be a better school by either being religious or appearing to be religious. That is unfair.
Somehow, bad news, however ridden with static, however filled with echoes, always manages to be conveyed.
I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.
Somehow strangely the vice of men gets well represented and protected but their virtue has none to plead its cause - nor any charter of immunities and rights.
I think all writing is necessarily autobiographical to a greater or lesser extent, and the less it tries to be confessional, the more likely it is that you're somehow sneaking the things you need to say in there.
When we look at history, we see history is made up of the heroes of their times. Yet, somehow we miss this when we put on the lens of the Scriptures.
Love is not materialistic. It's intangible yet somehow an undeniable feeling. You know it when you have it. I have lots of love in my life and I am blessed.
Do goofy stories make people nice? What if, in their goofiness, these stories somehow inspire that in the right way. Is that a social good?
