Americans do seem to say things which make the English notice England.
Make space in your life, space for health and happiness
The medication, the hormones and the relentless frustrations of our lives make us bitchy and you're not allowed to be bitchy in public or people won't like you.
I used to make up names when I used to catalog my stuff.
If it doesn't make the world better - don't do it.
Happiness comes from you. No one else can make you happy. You make you happy.
If you feel you have the right key, you try to make some phrase or sound that will fit.
Spiritual maturity does not mean that we will never make wrong plans. In fact, spiritual maturity often means having the courage to admit we've made the wrong plans.
God, why didn't you make us all dogs?
I don't really remember the day when I stood behind my camera with Henry Kissinger on the other side. I am sure he doesn't remember it either. But this photograph is here now to prove that no amount of kindness on my part could make this photograph mean exactly what he. . or even I. . wanted it to mean. It's a reminder of the wonder and terror that is a photograph.
Law is downstream from culture. By the time you make a law about something, you're reacting, not acting. I'd rather shape the culture.
The primary goal of a vendor is to make money.
Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed.
Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself — there is no wish I make more often.
If you find that your organization can't make the hard decisions that Scrum demands, then high-risk, uncertain projects have very little probability of success in your organization.
Books seem to me to be pestilent things, and infect all that trade in them. . . with something very perverse and brutal. Printers, binders, sellers, and others that make a trade and gain out of them have universally so odd a turn and corruption of mind that they have a way of dealing peculiar to themselves, and not conformed to the good of society and that general fairness which cements mankind.
I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.
I have a complex feeling about genre. I love it, but I hate it at the same time. I have the urge to make audiences thrill with the excitement of a genre, but I also try to betray and destroy the expectations placed on that genre.
I want to make sure that my writing grips the reader from the word 'go. '
Life is like a film screen: pictures come, make an impression, go, and then make a place for new pictures with new impressions which obscure the previous ones. Some of those old pictures fade, but the impressions they leave will never pass away. Such an impression is the image of Hein Sietsma -- a joyful Christian who loved life so much but was still willing to give it to the great, good, and holy cause.
