The idea that rhythm is intrinsically human — not just primitive — that we all have hearts that beat at a steady rate and don't stop. . . reminds me of life itself. In that sense my music is like certain popular music where the rhythm drives from beginning to end.
Don't stay with someone who drives you crazy. Find someone who keeps you sane.
Most people don't realize that the mind constantly chatters. And yet, that chatter winds up being the force that drives us much of the day in terms of what we do, what we react to, and how we feel.
What drives the creative person is that we see it all.
A good soldier has his heart and soul in it. When he receives an order, he gets a hard on, and when he drives his lance through his enemy's guts, he comes.
Maybe my great struggle, and it's probably not anything different from too many other people, but it certainly is what drives the music, is a hugely internal one.
I don't want someone to watch sports in bed. That drives me nuts.
We think the administration can give us a lot of regulatory flexibility which will bring more insurers in the marketplace, which means more competition, more choice which drives down costs, so that discretion can work in a good way or it could work in a bad way.
We have to be that wedge that drives the question and asks the hard questions
I have both held and beheld unlimited power and of it I know but one thing. It drives men mad. ' - Alexander the Great
There will always be a few people who just want to knock you down or are jealous or just want to be horrible for the sake of it. I don't know what drives someone to be nasty.
It drives me crazy when people say, "All we're trying to do is create entertainment. " I feel like people go to movies for more than that.
Intellectual passion drives out sensuality.
Not doubt, certainty is what drives one insane.
I'm more of a homebody. I'm constantly asked: 'Why don't we see you out?' But that's not what drives me. I prefer to have people over - which I do a lot, because I bought a house that's way too big for me, and four of my friends live there
I am nothing but a miserable, crushed worm, whom no one wants, whom no one loves, a useless creature with morning sickness, and abig belly, two rotten teeth, and a bad temper, a battered sense of dignity, and a love which nobody wants and which nearly drives me insane.
Fire truck with back end on fire drives really fast in circles.
Perfect love drives out fear
It's not rage that drives me, it's competition.
Go your way, seducers, flatterers, idlers, those glib of tongue and charlatans; I am not a seed that you can force to grow; my goal differs so from yours that I would be wasting my time in trying to explain where my inclination drives me.