Perhaps the only thing in my favor is that I am very tenacious. I don't take 'no' very well.
Fairy tales represent hundreds of years of stories based on thousands of years of stories told by hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions of tellers.
No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.
If not now, then when? If not you, then who? If we are able to answer these fundamental questions, then perhaps we can wipe away the blot of human slavery.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
No one had ever accused Koko of being naughty. Perverse, perhaps, or arrogant, or despotic. But naughtiness was beneath his dignity.
'Contagion' should serve as a wake-up call not only about the germs, but perhaps more importantly about the frailty of governance, nationally and worldwide.
When you are working on a script, the story itself is not difficult. You say this would happen and then this, resulting perhaps in this. And the dialogue you make as true as you can.
I let my boy go and do and say pretty much as he likes, as, and perhaps because, my father kept no string on me.
During this earlier period of his activity Voltaire seems to have been trying - half unconsciously, perhaps - to discover and to express the fundamental quality of his genius.
Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.
Being a teenager is as difficult as living with one. And we've all been there. Perhaps that's the reason we're so hard on them.
And so back to Cassie: who was she? Part of the deception; just a friend or something else…perhaps it was time to find out.
A Soviet man is a product of invisible changes, degradation and progressive deformation. Breaking the chain of those changes is hard. Perhaps they are irreversible.
For Nature is accustomed to rehearse with certain large, perhaps baser, and all classes of wild (animals), and to place in the imperfect the rudiments of the perfect animals.
The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.
Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
Perhaps wisdom is simply a matter of waiting, and healing a question of time. And anything good you've ever been given is yours forever.
Perhaps I have managed some sort of longevity because I haven't won the lead roles. I don't have the pressure of being a world-famous bombshell that has detonated.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
Lies are essential to humanity. They are perhaps as important as the pursuit of pleasure and moreover are dictated by that pursuit.
