Half the money I spend on advertising is wasted; the trouble is, I don't know which half.
I like to look at the glass half full.
I don't believe necessarily the past is in the past. It's eternal, it's all around us.
Faith may be encouraged by what has happened in the past, or what is thought to have happened in the past, but the only proof of it is in the future.
You must learn from your past mistakes, but not lean on your past successes.
He is in love with the land that is always over The next hill and the next, with the bird that is never, Caught, with the room beyond the looking glass. He likes the half-hid, the half-heard, the half-lit, The man in the fog, the road without an endi...
Lynn, she saved half our faction from stuff," says Marlene, tapping the bandage on her arm from where the Dauntless traitors shot her. "Well, half of half of our faction." "In some circles they call that a quarter, Mar," Lynn says.
Marlin: The water's going down. It's-it's-it's going down! Dory: Hmm. Are you sure about that? Marlin: Look! Already it's half-empty. Dory: Hmm... I'd say it's half-full. Marlin: Stop that! It's half-empty!
I believe if we had half our companies and half our countries run by women, and half our homes run by men, things would be better. We know our companies would be more productive. If you use the full talents of the population, you're more productive. ...
Life is half spent before one knows what life is.
Better half hanged than ill married.
At times it may seem as though you and your past are one. Sometimes we fail to differentiate between what has happened to us and who we are today. If you have a hard time getting beyond that damaging mind-set let me encourage you right now. You are n...
If you stay in the company of anger, pain, or hurt, happiness will find someone else to visit. Make the choice to view all of your past relationships as a gift. Throw out what hasn’t worked in the past and incorporate new concepts. Focus on being h...
The past is the future of the present.
The past is for God, the future for the Tsars.
The beauty of the past belongs to the past.
Even the good things from our pasts still only belonged in the past
Float beyond the world of trees. Out into the whispering breeze, past the rushes, past the weeds, past the marsh's waving reeds.
To positively discriminate in favour of groups that have been negatively discriminated against in the past.
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves.
The dead are the past and we cannot escape the past. Without the past there will be no future.
