I get a lot of inspiration from the audience feedback to our live shows.
There is no style in dieting but we become beautiful when we change our style of living.
When we help others to live peacefully our life unknowingly becomes peaceful.
Prosperity has brought complications. Our lives are busier, faster, more stressful. They're nostalgic for a simpler, slower time.
Money talks. It starts rumors about careers and complicity and speaks of the tragedies and triumphs of our social lives.
I had then and still retain an interest in science for its own sake and as a metaphor for our current lives.
A lot of our entertainment throws into detail the stagnation and illness of how we live today-it's sad and it's sick... and it's profitable.
Our lifetime may be the last that will be lived out in a technological society.
If we wait until our lives are free from sorrow or difficulty, then we wait forever. And miss the entire point.
We are living in a time when American popular music is finally being recognized as one of our most successful exports. The demand is huge.
Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.
As America celebrates Memorial Day, we pay tribute to those who have given their lives in our nation's wars.
To be ignorant of the lives of the most celebrated men of antiquity is to continue in a state of childhood all our days.
Some of us find our lives abridged even before the paperback comes out.
It is only by risking our persons from one hour to another that we live at all.
Some fatherlands are difficult. Germany is one of them. But it is our fatherland. Here is where we live and work.
I think the Women's movement has had a major impact on everybody's lives in our nation and in the world as a whole.
All of us, at certain moments of our lives, need to take advice and to receive help from other people.
We Shadowhunters, we put ourselves in danger, every hour, every day. I think sometimes we are reckless with our hearts the way we are with our lives. When we give them away, we give every piece.
We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.
Without the hope of posterity, for our race if not for ourselves, without the assurance that we being dead yet live, all pleasures of the mind and senses sometimes seem to me no more than pathetic and crumbling defences shored up against our ruin.
