The return of my birthday if I remember it fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.
The best thing about acting is that I get to lose myself in another character and actually get paid for it... It's a great outlet. I'm not really sure who I am - it seems I change every day.
All I try to do is create an atmosphere that seems comfortable enough that it removes tension and everyone feels free. If they feel free then behaviour happens small moments happen and that's what ultimately works the best for me.
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.
I want the Arabic Granada that which is art which is all that seems to me beauty and emotion.
Perfect health like perfect beauty is a rare thing and so it seems is perfect disease.
It never seems to occur to some people that like beauty a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
It seems that if one is working from the point of view of getting beauty in one's equations and if one has really a sound insight one is on a sure line of progress.
It is curious how from time immemorial man seems to have associated the idea of evil with beauty shrunk from it with a sort of ghostly fear while at the same time drawn to it by force of its hypnotic attraction.
The truth of the matter is beauty is a specific thing rare and fleeting. Some of us have it in our teens 20s and 30s and then lose it most of us have it not at all. And that's perfectly okay. But lying to yourself that you have it when you don't seems to me simple-minded at best and psychotic at worst.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement the greatest source of visual beauty the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.
It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating but so is the beauty in the consciousness of more and more people.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
Old hands soil it seems whatever they caress but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.
When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
My deepest impulses are optimistic an attitude that seems to me as spiritually necessary and proper as it is intellectually suspect.
There does not seem to be that collegiality I referred to there seems to be much more of a them versus us attitude rather than we all have a role to play in this process so let's get on with it.
I have this theory that depending on your attitude your life doesn't have to become this ridiculous charade that it seems so many people end up living.
A great attitude does much more than turn on the lights in our worlds it seems to magically connect us to all sorts of serendipitous opportunities that were somehow absent before the change.
The downfall of the industry seems to actually be good for art. I think the industry will find their way once the focus shifts from its greed-based origins downsizes and begins to support creative visions that speak to our times and shifting ideals.
It seems almost backwards to me that my music seems the more emotional outlet and the art stuff seems more about ideas.
The work of art just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness the rigidity the regularity the luster on every interior and exterior facet of the crystal.