Best 1783 quotes in «pieces quotes» category

How vile and despicable war seems to me! I would rather be hacked to pieces than take part in such an abominable business.

Human felicity is produced not as much by great pieces of good fortune that seldom happen as by little advantages that occur every day.

Human happiness comes not from infrequent pieces of good fortune, but from the small improvements to daily life.

Human beings are such knotted, desperate pieces of work-it's a rare thing to know one completely, to the core, and still love him.

Hypotheses are only the pieces of scaffolding which are erected round a building during the course of construction, and which are taken away as soon as the edifice is completed.

I admit that I am hopelessly hooked on the printed newspaper. I love turning the pages and the serendipity of stumbling across a piece of irresistible information or a photograph that I wasnt necessarily intending to read.

I admire him, I frankly confess it; and when his time is come I shall buy a piece of the rope for a keepsake.

I almost never these days sit down with a CD or my laptop and just listen to a piece with a score. I probably would do that while I'm exercising.

I always knew I wanted to make films, but just didn't quite know how to start. I was making little short films with my friends but I wasn't quite sure how to put those pieces together for myself.

I always told my team, "You have to believe that you are not in front of a computer, but that your canvas is a piece of paper. You have to believe this even if you have a computer in front of you.

I always write with music. It takes me a while to figure out the right piece of music for what I'm working on. Once I figure it out, that's the only thing I'll play.

I am a lover of all sorts of different music. I love blues and every piece of music that I have listened to has become an influence.

I am always looking for some clue, some easily missed sign that might just be the missing piece in the puzzle.

I am a searcher... I always was... and I still am... searching for the missing piece.

I am attracted only to music which I consider to be better than it can be performed. Therefore I feel (rightly or wrongly) that unless a piece of music presents a problem to me, a never-ending problem, it doesn't interest me too much.

I am delighted that I have found a new reaction to demonstrate even to the blind the structure of the interstitial stroma of the cerebral cortex. I let the silver nitrate react with pieces of brain hardened in potassium dichromate. I have already obtained magnificent results and hope to do even better in the future.

I am in constant search for that project that speaks to me personally. And when all the pieces come together properly, it'll happen.

I am going for a level of perfection that is only mine... Most of the pleasure is in getting the last little piece perfect.

I am not a piece of hash. I'm in charge of Factory Records. I think.

I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.

I am not a composer of music; I sing pieces which have been written for me which gives me bigger freedom to search for pieces I want to record.

I am intrigued by inanimate objects. They're a piece of history, someone's statement and ideas of life.

I am tired of spending a little bit of money in a lot of pieces because they keep on falling apart.

I am six years old and instead of celebrating with birthday cakes, I chew on a piece of charcoal.

I am slow to learn and slow to forget that which I have learned. My mind is like a piece of steel, very hard to scratch any thing on it and almost impossible after you get it there to rub it out.

I am to gratify his pleasure and nurse his child, I am a piece of household furniture, I am a woman.

I, and all the complex things around me, exist only because many things were assembled in a very precise way. The 'emergent' properties are not magical. They are really there and eventually they may start re-arranging the environments that generated them. But they don't exist 'in' the bits and pieces that made them; they emerge from the arrangement of those bits and pieces in very precise ways. And that is also true of the emergent entities known as "you" and "me".

I became interested in building furniture, because I couldn't find pieces I really loved for myself and my clients. I picked stuff up from the street, and tweaked those pieces to make them what I really wanted. It became a career!

I began to write what I called 'rhythms' ie unrhymed pieces with no formal metrical scheme where the rhythm was created by a kind if inner chant... Later I was told I was writing 'free verse' or Vers libre.

I became comfortable with what I knew would be the process of trying to pick up the pieces of brain that were in the rubble and tried to make some mosaic out of the pieces and that that would be the trajectory.

I assemble my ideas in pieces on a computer file, then gradually find a place for them on a piece of scaffolding I erect.

I attribute a scab to the present state of society. The way the scab looks in its worst state is gross and chaotic and horrible, that's now, but when it breaks away, there's a brand new piece of skin that's stronger than before. It's like creation out of chaos.

I believe in Buddhism. Not every aspect, but most of it. So I take bits and pieces.

I bought a cheap piece of land... It was on someone else’s property.

I believe you can never change a habit, or create one, with a word or a piece of chalk. You can talk all day, put all sorts of diagrams on the board, but a habit is not going to change. It's a conditional reflex, created by a repetitive act.

I believe that the data will set you free. At the end of the day, it’s about how do you turn those pieces of information into insights that will improve business.

I came up to New York at 20 with a suitcase and a ceramic tiger. That was my one piece of furniture and I wanted to save it.

I came up in the '60s; that was a time when there was a revolution going on in music. Stravinsky had become a twelve-tone composer; even Aaron Copland was writing twelve-tone pieces at that time!

I came to what I think of as the critical problem: the aging process of a piece of music. I noticed in the '70s that pieces I wrote would sound great the first time I listened to them and then on repeated hearings they sounded older and older until what seemed exciting and vibrant on first listening became stale.

I cannot abide anyone treating another human being like a piece of dirt, whatever the context.

I can look at a photo and the dimensions of any piece and tell you if it's going to sit well with the four other pieces in your room.

I cannot do the piece-of-talking-meat thing, the 'Here's your money, wear a pretty dress and take the cheque.' I'm not made that way. I have to be as good as I can be at whatever I do.

I cannot, in my old age, live off pieces of my youth.

I can't imagine myself doing something like 'Narnia' again. I would love to do something with Ridley Scott, you know, some action/adventure or something like that. But I'd also love to do a dramatic piece. It's really just whatever you read and take to.

I can't remember a single year of my life when I haven't made a piece of theatre.

I can wear a hat or take it off, but either way it`s a conversation piece.

I'd always wanted to do these types of things - pieces of magic I could put out not as illusions, but really doing it.

I compose my pieces with a formula that I created myself.

I consider the first 20 performances just learning the piece. Think about it this way: If you think about a pianist who plays a Schubert sonata through his whole lifetime - if you listen to Rubenstein or Horowitz playing their repertoire later in their life, you understand the richness with which they play that music, and how differently they must have played it when they were younger.

I cook croquetas, and I eat jamon. I keep my diet 100% Mediterranean and drink my Rioja. In that sense, I have a piece of Spain in West Hollywood.