Economics is half psychology and half Grade Three arithmetic, and the U.S. does not now have either half right.
Start looking at the glass as half full and not half empty, a positive life is secondary to you being positive.
Righteousness is half of religion.
Confessed faults are half-mended.
A jest is half a truth.
If the past, by bringing surprises, did not resemble the past previous to it (what I call the past's past), then why should our future resemble our current past?
I’m different,” said the Kid. “My gran always said I was half clever, half stupid, and half crazy.
Half of the American people have never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half.
The surprise is half the battle. Many things are half the battle, losing is half the battle. Let's think about what's the whole battle.
Marlin: The water is half empty! Dory: Hmmm. Really? I'd say it's half full.
Chemically speaking or biologically, we research things, but we don't know half of them. We only know our half of it - symbolically - and we don't know ourselves more than half.
I pictured love as a big hairy giant with a dead fish in his mouth. Grizzly bear claws and his heart half out of his chest cause it’s too big and the lungs have to fit. He never stops walking. Over mountains. Through the desert. On top of icy lakes...
If there is one central intellectual reality at the end of the twentieth century, it is that the biological approach to psychiatry--treating mental illness as a genetically influenced disorder of brain chemistry--has been a smashing success. Freud's ...
I’ll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: W...
But I did not return until half past four this morning and I distinctly remember stubbing my toe on the stairs. I am as drunk as a skunk, Drumknott, which of course means skunks are just as drunk as I. I must say the term is unfamiliar to me, and I h...
Thank you. It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things. I'm not allowed to have scissors any more. It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody s...
Sara: [points her gun at the sugar cane field] Listen up, fucker! I have shot and buried three vagrants in the past year! So I don't care what hobo sob story you've got. I get a dozen a week, pal. It cuts no cash for me. But if you show your face her...
Past is past... no it's not! People are always fond of saying that, but what's past is never past; not entirely.
Is any life so isolated that it lives only in the past and not in the present and future, too?
So this anchoring in some way, in some important way in the past without repeating the past, but on the basis of the past building something new: that is what is important.
Maybe I grew up too fast, maybe that's my trouble. I feel so lost out here...hung up between two worlds; half-kid and half-adult, half-boy and half-girl. And sometimes it seems like I get the dirty side of both.
