I don't know, I don't pay attention to critics anyway. They either like me or they don't, you know what I mean? I am too long in the tooth to worry about that.
The Aly loafer is our modern take on the penny loafer with a subtle slit across the top. I wear loafers with everything these days- skinny jeans, long skirts and dresses.
If Washington were President now, he would have to learn our ways or lose his next election. Only fools and theorists imagine that our society can be handled with gloves or long poles. One must make one's self a part of it. If virtue won't answer our purpose, we must use vice, or our opponents will put us out of office, and this was as true in Washington's day as it is now, and always will be.
Any pipeline company you look at -TransCanada or Energy Transfer Partners - they all have a long list of these kind of spills. Some of them a few thousand gallons, some a few hundred thousand gallons. That's precisely why people at Standing Rock were so right to say, "Do not put this across our water supply. We know what will happen. We do not know the day that it will happen, but we know that it will happen. "
Part of abandoning the all-or-nothing mentality is allowing yourself room for setbacks. We are bound to have lapses on the road to health and wellness, but it is critical that we learn how to handle small failures positively so that we can minimize their long-term destructive effects. One setback is one setback—it is not the end of the world, nor is it the end of your journey toward a better you.
So long as human history continues, we will face the perennial challenge of realizing, maintaining and strengthening peace through dialogue, of making dialogue the sure and certain path to peace. We must uphold and proclaim this conviction without cease, whatever coldly knowing smiles or cynical critiques may greet us.
How many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead.
It takes a long time for the gleam in the eye to turn into something solid.
He looks at one of the pictures for a long time. Then he looks at me. "I'll keep you up here. " He taps his temple. "Where you can't get lost.
There are many prices we pay for freedoms secured by the First Amendment; the risk of undue influence is one of them, confirming what we have long known: Freedom is hazardous, but some restraints are worse.
I've been with the same person for a very long time but I'm just non-conventional in that way. I don't think people need to be married. I think a lot of people need that piece of paper, but I don't think everybody needs that to feel secure
As long as I have you there is just one other thing I'll always need - tremendous self control.
Particularly when the war power is invoked to do things to the liberties of people, or to their property or economy that only indirectly affect conduct of the war and do not relate to the engagement of the war itself, the constitutional basis should be scrutinized with care. . . . I would not be willing to hold that war powers may be indefinitely prolonged merely by keeping legally alive a state of war that had in fact ended. I cannot accept the argument that war powers last as long as the effects and consequences of war for if so they are permanent -- as permanent as the war debts.
Resistance will continue as long as the occupation and aggression continues. There is no recognition of Israel, no matter what the cost is.
I have found that long durational art is really the key to changing consciousness. On such a deep level. Not just the performer, but the one looking at it.
"Similar but not the same" - that's like the return of the beloved for me. And metamorphosis: the spirit of the beloved moving through things, not lingering long in any one thing or place, no matter how we might wish it.
The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.
I was only halfway to the record and it seemed like it took me a long time. I feel like that one will never be broken. That record will never be touched.
I seem initially to have followed Fauvism, and then to have followed in Cézanne's footsteps. Whatever - I do not mind. . . as long as first of all I remained Vlaminck.
You were supposed to have hope, right? You were supposed to respect its power and hold on. And so I did. I held, and held, and let hope fill me. But as the days went on, it seemed I could be holding for a long, long time. Hope could be the most powerful thing or the most useless