One has a greater sense of intellectual degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.
What interests me is the sense of the darkness that we carry within us, the darkness that's akin to one of the principal subjects of the sublime - terror.
I might have been born into a very literal sense of chaos, but in fact that state is true of all of us.
To keep your conscience at peace and your respect at high, don't follow those orders which make no sense.
To express gratitude is to put into words a beautiful sense of wholeness. Recognizing the people, the experiences, and the extraordinary gifts of life which feed our souls.
I tend to build bulk and muscle easily, and running seems to make sure I stay kind of stringy, if that makes sense.
I like actors who, when you see them on screen, you sense a person, not just an actor.
I think that any wealth creates a sense of trusteeship... it is characteristic of the new generation which has created wealth to have some amount of responsibility for it.
I am a showman in the traditional sense, but modern, too. I like to use sets and lighting to create magic.
I have a Rolex, but no diamonds. Rappers wear diamonds to compensate for a lack of fashion sense. I don't even have pierced ears - I'm not into that; it's too much.
You're not going to get every part, so you can't base your sense of self-worth around whether or not you actually land the job.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
You get a show where people are jumping up and dancing, but it's not a critical event in the sense of profound catharsis. Essentially it's celebratory.
I read 'Crime and Punishment' years ago and don't recall the details of it, but I do retain a strong sense of the creeping paranoia and panic.
I don't like horror films. Horror films in the sense of the way horror films are now, like 'Saw,' I don't like that, I don't.
Thoughts make sense not really with the beautiful rhyming on the words part,but with their real meaning touching a beautiful person's heart.
I always had a weird thing with being the last person somewhere... like a movie theater or a classroom. I get a weird sense of anxiety.
What are ghosts if not the hope that love continues beyond our ordinary senses? If ghosts are a delusion, then let me be deluded.
The heart is stubborn. It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it. And it is often, in the battle of those three, the most brilliant of all.
There's a constant anxiety that comes from having an innate sense of self, yet existing within a homogenised, aspirational culture.
I think instead [of happiness] we should be working for contentment... an inner sense of fulfillment that's relatively independent of external circumstances.
