Quotes of: One-half Keyword

There is nothing so fatal to character as half finished tasks.

David Lloyd George

Martin Lawrence had no filter, and to me that was the greatest half hour of all time. Martin was ahead of his time.

Cory Hardrict

Captcha is the bane of the Internet. I can't figure them out myself half the time!

Matt Mullenweg

Ginny Weasley: Take my hand.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Success to me is having ten honeydew melons and eating only the top half of each slice.

Barbra Streisand

Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards.

Benjamin Franklin

I don't see the point in worrying now that I a half-dead and not when I was okay.

Arely Martinez Garcia

It's rare to have even half-meaningful conversations in the film industry.

Amber Heard

The energy of live theater is indescribable. You are just in the moment for an hour and a half.

Adrianne Palicki

Don't be condescending to unskilled labor. Try it for a half a day first.

Brooks Atkinson

Believe nothing what you hear and half of what you see

Life

I am not half the man I use to think I was.

Life

Today is half of Yesterday and Tomorrow, Choose Today to make Tomorrow

Life

Everything is just a matter of perspective so that the quotes only half-truths .

Life

Sometimes you have to take a half step back to take two forward.

Vince McMahon

Ninety percent of hockey is mental and the other half is physical.

Wayne Gretzky

Recollection, I have found, is usually about half invention...

Wallace Stegner

Baseball is 90 percent mental and the other half is physical.

Yogi Berra

Women's tennis is two sets of rubbish that lasts only half an hour.

Pat Cash

Old Tom giggled, "Fooled ya, huh, Ma? We aimed to fool ya, and we done it. Jus' stood there like a hammered sheep. Wisht Grampa'd been here to see. Looked like somebody'd beat ya between the eyes with a sledge. Grampa would a whacked 'imself so hard ...

The Grapes of Wrath

In one picture, the pool was half hidden by a fringe of mace- weeds, and the dead willow was leaning across it at a prone, despondent angle, as if mysteriously arrested in its fall towards the stagnant waters. Beyond, the alders seemed to strain away...

American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from Poe to the Pulps