I like to work half a day. I don't care of it's the first twelve hours or the second twelve hurs. I just put in my half every day. It keeps me out of trouble.
God's livery is a very plain one; but its wearers have good reason to be content. If it have not so much gold-lace about it as Satan's, it keeps out foul weather better, and is besides a great deal cheaper.
You know, they say when someone keeps making excuses to say your name it means they like you.
Man looks in the abyss, there's nothing staring back at him. At that moment, man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.
By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.
That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming.
Opportunity knocks once at every man's door and then keeps on knocking.
A winning team feels good and keeps winning. A team that hasn't won in a while gets demotivated and keeps losing.
There are really only two stories the coal industry tells: "Coal keeps the lights on, and by implication, you'll live in medieval, soul-shattering darkness if you don't let us do whatever the hell we want with the landscape and drinking water you public health, because there's no alternative. "
I do lead a careful diet, I don't overeat, I have fruit and vegetables every day and I drink a lot of water. And my darling wife keeps me so young it is ridiculous. Being with her is an inspiration as well.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.
The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.
I'm glad I am crazy, it keeps me trying. I despise trendies, I know they're lying.
Industry keeps the body healthy, the mind clear, the heart whole, and the purse full.
It's the sense of duty that keeps you going sometimes when things get very, very rough. Somebody's got to do it. And if you don't, who will?
Why let your fury lay deep inside you, sullenly boiling your blood into silent steam and griding your bones to dust? I it not better to thrust it out with great velocity from every pore, with your every action? Let your actions speak your legend. The physical is the manifestation of the spirit. Let your spirit be teeming with fury. Let your strength be unusual and controlled. The average is the borderline that keeps mere men in their place. Those who step over the line are heroes by the very act. Go.
—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?
This is the reason we cannot complain of life: it keeps no one against his will.
What we have in common is what keeps us apart.
It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.