The Place would already have started the leisurely, enjoyable process of digesting her into just one more piece of local gore-lore, half ghost story and half morality play, half urban myth and half just the way life goes. It would eat her memory whol...
A sin confessed is half forgiven.
The city that negotiates is half conquered.
The truth is half a quarrel.
Confessed faults are half mended.
A good rest is half the job.
Everything I do, I'm sort of half in, half out.
what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveller's past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediat...
In this strife-torn valley, I have always been tormented by feelings of indefinite and eternal uncertainty. "The Half Mother" is an outcome of those feelings.
It's not a case of the glass being half full or half empty; more that we tipped a whole half-pint into an empty pint pot. I had to see how much was there, though, and now I know.
More fundamentally, it is a dream that does not die with the onset of manhood: the dream is to play endlessly, past the time when you are called home for dinner, past the time of doing chores, past the time when your body betrays you past time itself...
Language also encodes our past. We want to know who we are. To know who we are, we have to know who we used to be. Consequently, our literature, written in the past, anchors us in that past.
Half a nose is quickly blown.
Well begun is half done.
A sin that is hidden is half forgiven.
The beginning is the half of every action.
A hidden sin is half forgiven.
A smiling face is half the meal.
A disease known is half cured.
The complete fool is half prophet.
Too humble is half proud.
