The most able seems clumsy.
I love to write, so it rarely seems like work - even when it gets arduous.
They, all of them, work incredibly hard to make me seem clever and heroic, neither of which I am.
Marriage, it seems, confines every man to his proper rank.
Things are never as bad or as good as they seem.
My weight is something that people seem to talk about a lot.
We like the idea that the things we do seem to come out of nowhere.
I've been at the place where it seems like the only way left is down.
It seems that entertainment is what most excites us and what we value above everything else.
There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.
Experience seems to be the only thing of any value that's widely distributed.
Things are not as bad as they seem. They are worse.
Life cannot be against you, for you are Life itself. Life can only seem to go against the ego's projections, which are rarely the truth.
I realize that nothing's as it seems.
Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.
I have seen so many extraordinary things, nothing seems extraordinary any more
It seems to me that the experiences that stay with you, the things you'll always remember, aren't the ones you can force, or go looking for. I've always thought of those things as the ones that somehow find you.
Compassion seems to be the greatest power.
When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.
I'm what I seem; not any dyer gave, But nature dyed this colour that I have.