We think we own things, but the reality is, our things own us.
People gonna be they own individuals and have they own worlds and I can't knock it.
Writing the story of your own life is a bit like drilling your own teeth.
The older you get, the more you fight for your own identity and start to live your own life.
Everyone is entitled to his own opinion, but not to his own facts.
The whole point in developing your own style is to find your own voice.
Everyone is entitled to his own opinion, but not his own facts.
When you're working for yourself and your own obsession with finding the truth, you're at your own mercy.
The more you own, the more you know you don't own.
I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul
I think the girl who is able to earn her own living and pay her own way should be as happy as anybody on earth. The sense of independence and security is very sweet.
I am not a religious man. I have not attended a service for many years. But I do believe in God. My own practice of religion, you could say, it a nonpractice. I personally feel that it's just as worthy on a weekend to rake the lawns of an elderly nei...
What is even happening here?" Will said, looking to each of us and the back to wherever the cougars had wandered off to. "Am I drunk? Hanna, they just pinched my ass and this one"- he motioned to George- "wants to claim me for his own. A little help?...
The highest form of morality is not to feel at home in ones own home." Most great works of the imagination were meant to make you feel like a stranger in your own home. The best fiction always forced us to question what we took for granted. It questi...
Don't be afraid to be weak Don't be too proud to be strong Just look into your heart my friend That will be the return to yourself The return to innocence If you want, then start to laugh If you must, then start to cry Be yourself don't hide Just bel...
Hit Girl: [after Hit-Girl and Kick-Ass have landed on the roof of Mindy's building with the jet-pack] Thanks, Kick-Ass. My daddy... He would have been proud of *both* of us. Dave Lizewski: [removes his mask] Dave... [extends his hand] Dave Lizewski: ...
I called no one, and no one called me. I was suffocating with loneliness. The pain was almost physical. I felt like tearing myself apart. I wanted to escape from my own skin.
When I’m writing my own stuff, it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.
The double-crossed, might-have-been history of my country is not the study of what actually took place here: it's the study of historians' studies. . . . Memories are their own descendants masquerading as the ancestors of the present.
The simple act of sitting here sipping this cappuccino is its own testament to my commitment to living the writer’s life. Which is to say: doing nothing but doing it exceedingly well.
By the grace of the Lady, whose face mirrors my own, may I ever remember I am made in her image, blessed and beautiful.
