We were there [ in the newsroom] through the elections [2008] so it was quite a frenzy going on. The other thing I learn is that journalists are very messy.
I'm definitely a messy person. . . I know where everything is but I just can't organize. I don't make lists and find scripts on the laundry machine, and under my bed, or in the bathroom, kitchen. It's bad, I really need to take control.
If we insist that public life be reserved for those whose personal history is pristine, we are not going to get paragons of virtue running our affairs. We will get the very rich, who contract out the messy things in life the very dull, who have nothing to hide and nothing to show and the very devious, expert at covering their tracks and ambitious enough to risk their discovery.
My bedroom is so messy, if I died of natural causes, the cops would be like no he didn't, clearly there was a struggle.
Campaigns and primaries can get ugly. There are always messy squabbles.
Start with something messy, get to the point, get an editor, and make it good.
Life is messy, and it's okay if you are too! We all screw up, that doesn't have to define us.
We are not afraid to look under the bed, or to wash the sheets; we know that life is messy. We know that somebody has to clean it up, and that only if it is cleaned up can we hope to start over, and get better.
Good is towing the line, being behaved, being quiet, being passive, fitting in, being liked, and great is being messy, having a belly, speaking your mind, standing up for what you believe in, fighting for another paradigm, not letting people talk you out of what you know to be true.
The world is noisy and messy. You need to deal with the noise and uncertainty.
There are parts of his life and personality that are extremely messy, and that's the truth
Where has change ever been clean and nice? It has always been messy and painful.
To discover the soul living in somebody's body, we watch the surrounding of the body, and if it's messy and disordered, so is the soul.
There is something so sad about going online and seeing almost everyone shouting ‘Notice me, notice me!’ Which is such a human desire—to be acknowledged. But me responding to that with some sort of ‘You’re noticed, you’re seen’ only perpetuates the loneliness. Because I’m not seeing you; I’m not noticing you. And whoever you are, you so deserve to be noticed and valued. I feel lucky to have not grown up with the Internet because it forced me to get out, struggle and be so messy.
Life is chaotic. It's messy. That's what Jesus was stepping into.
I have so many messy moments.
Messy love is better than none, I guess. I am no authority on sane living.
This is what makes science so hard, and ultimately so fun. Think of the limits of what we know as a great suite of rooms inhabited by vast numbers of incredibly busy, incredibly messy, nearsighted people, all of whom are eccentric recluses.
Sometimes honesty can be incredibly messy
I can be very messy and disorganized. And I don't throw away anything.