I wonder if I could have been here before as I drive up the Roman road the Theater seems familiar - perhaps I headed a legion up that same white road. . . I passed a chateau in ruins which I possibly helped escalade in the middle ages. There is no proof nor yet any denial. We were, We are, and we will be.
Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis, the former know how to act, the latter become uncouth brutes.
The main discomfort in being a middle-of-the-roader is that you get sideswiped by partisans going in both directions.
Middle age is when, whenever you go on holiday, you pack a sweater.
Never let it be said that Harry Dresden is afraid of a dried, dead bug. Creepy or not, I wasn't going to let it ruin my concentration. So I scooped it up with the corner of the phone book and popped it into the middle drawer of my desk. Out of sight, out of mind. So I have a problem with creepy, dead, poisonous things. So sue me.
The middle of the universe is tonight, is here, And everything behind is a sunk cost.
I'm just trying to do whatever is asked of me. I've been thrown into many different positions. Sometimes I'm on the left. Sometimes I'm in the middle. Sometimes I'm up top. So you always have to be prepared. I'm learning a lot so hopefully I can keep getting better and better.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth.
We’re born alone and we die alone, I accept that. But why, God, do we have to be alone in the middle?
In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.
Going to a site with more users seems obviously better to me, but at the same time, having a bland, middle of the road profile with bland, middle of the road pictures seems like a bad strategy to me.
Ballet found me. I was discovered by a teacher in middle school. I always danced, my whole life. I never had any training, never was exposed to seeing dance, but I always had something inside of me.
There's no such thing as the middle class. It's absolutely vanishing.
Safety lies in the middle course. [Lat. , Medio tutissimus ibis. ]
If you're the King of Jordan, if you're a part of the royal family in Saudi Arabia and he's made this deal with Iran which gives them $150 billion to wage a war and try to extend their empire across the Middle East, why would you want to do it now? When I stand across from King Hussein of Jordan and I say to him, "You have a friend again sir, who will stand with you to fight this fight," he'll change his mind.
The Secret Service hates to complain about something. They're secret by nature. They're not boastful; they don't like to be in the limelight. And therefore, they need middle management, i. e. , a Cabinet-level person, to be their advocate, to Congress, to the White House, to ensure that they have adequate funding.
Look, miracles in the Middle East are a reality.
Rabo Karabekian: I'm in the middle of a sentence. Circe Berman: Who isn't?.
You don't need sunglasses inside a building in the middle of the night.
You know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night with a vivid dream? And you know that if you don't have a pencil and pad by the bed, it will be completely gone by the next morning. Sometimes it's important to wake up and stop dreaming. When a really great dream shows up, grab it.