There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear. Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable.
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
I'm still living the life where you get home and open the fridge and there's half a pot of yogurt and a half a can of flat Coca-Cola.
Let us believe neither half of the good people tell us of ourselves, nor half the evil they say of others.
I'm half-Welsh, half-Russian. My maternal grandmother is Russian. I've very much a mongrel, which is good in a way because it makes me quite a blank canvas.
I sort of lived half my life in California, half in England, so I am, I suppose, a little bit American.
It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man's life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.
As an actor, I've always said, half the audience is going to love you, half is going to hate you so just live with it. It's easier that way.
I would say I live half in New York and half in Claridge's. How decadent! How hysterical!
When I was drumming with Mick Fleetwood I thought I looked half mad. I thought I looked half crazy.
I've always been a glass-half-full as opposed to a glass-half-empty, and the day that changes is the day I should leave.
Saïd: Wow, what a speech! Half Moses, half Mickey Mouse.
I find myself anticipating a new kind of storyteller, on who is half hacker, half bard.
In Russia every day is of thirty hours.
Put off the evil hour as long as you can.
Lose an hour in the morning, chase it all day.
Truly Time is a vast Denful of Horrour, round about which a Serpent winds and in the winding bites itself by the Tail. Now, now is the Hour, every Hour, every part of an Hour, every Moment, which in its end does begin again and never ceases to end: a...
I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.
The Sun-Dial at Wells College The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour alone is in th...
I used to work in kitchens, doing 12 or more hours a day of physical labor, so today, eight to 12 hours of cooking, chatting or filming feels like a vacation. When I have a scheduled 'day off,' I spend several hours writing, then I clean until I cras...
Perception can be one-sided or variant: "Glass half empty or half full." There usually is more than one way of perceiving. Thoroughly check your inner dialogue.
