You are okay just the way you are. . . and so is everybody else. Sometimes we want the kind of acceptance that we are not willing to give. Yet life is a two-way street, and we do so much better when we send to others what we want them to send to us. Just a gentle reminder today that you are wonderful, and the person right next to you is, too!
I have often walked down this street before but the pavement never held my star before. . . all at once I'm three stories high, knowing I'm on the street where it lives.
What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that lead beneath brambles and thick tree trunks into the heart of the forest where live those wild beasts, our fellow men? That is true: to escape is the greatest of pleasures; street haunting in winter the greatest of adventures.
Wall Street shouldn't be deregulated. I think Wall Street and Main Street need to play by the same set of rules. The middle-class can't carry the burden any longer, that is what happened in the last decade. They had to bail out Wall Street.
It's very important to know the neighbor next door and the people down the street and the people in another race.
If Wall Street paid a tax on every “game” they run, we would get enough revenue to run the government on.
If there's a black cat that crosses the street in my path, I will turn around and walk 20 minutes out of my way to not cross it.
I grew up on a street called Cedar Wood Road and by coincidence my best friends that are around the age 10 became a guy called Bono and another guy called Guggi. It was music again. The fact that pulled us together. They found me quite interesting because I had the right albums underneath my arm. Those days where you carry the latest David Bowie album or Roxie music album as you go to school. I mean you can't play an album at school but you were being cool just showing, "Look what I got. "
It's amazing that no matter how much money you have, you can make some bad decisions, and in five months you're on the street, begging.
The government is a functionary of the corporations - and there's nothing new about that. You can find people in the 1930s talking about the army basically working for Wall Street in all of these countries [it invades].
Lawyers-they get together all day and say to each other, "What can we postpone next?" The only thing they don't postpone, of course, is their bill, which arrives regularly. You've heard about the man who got the bill from his lawyer which said, "For crossing the street to speak to you and discovering it was not you, twelve dollars. "
My mission was that I wanted to see people on the street that I don't know wearing my clothes. That excites me.
Gambling can turn into a dangerous two-way street when you least expect it. Weird things happen suddenly, and your life can go all to pieces.
My young friend, I wish that science would intoxicate you as much as our good Göttingen beer! Upon seeing a student staggering down a street.
Thanksgiving was nothing more than a pilgrim-created obstacle in the way of Christmas; a dead bird in the street that forced a brief detour.
The CEO of large multi-nationals like Hillary [Clinton]. They won`t going to like me and Wall Street is going to like me even less.
Yeah, we definitely have screenings; we just don't have screenings out on the street. We bring in - it starts internally, so its people who work at Bad Robot, then it starts going to our friends outside of Bad Robot, and then it starts going to friends of friends outside so we get really fresh people who don't have to pretend to like us.
Photographers who come up with power never get accused of imitating anyone else even though they photograph the same broom, same street, same portraits.
After 'Breaking Bad,' people are very frightened of who I am. They back away from me on the street.
It’s lovely,” I said, taking an involuntary half step back. “Really, though. I don’t like to handle other people’s cookware. ” “That’s the best you can manage? That’s your bright, bold lie?” “Look, lady, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never had somebody corner me on a dark street and try to hand me a frying pan before,” I snapped.