Browsing Topic Best My Own Quotes

I write in my own journal when something extraordinary or funny happens. And there’s some nice imagery in there. I don’t think of what to do with it.

I prefer to make up my own quotes and attribute them to very smart people, so that I can use them to win arguments

That Islam you see on TV does not represent me, I’m too busy waging jihad against myself, My own nafs are my enemy. I’m sorry that Muslim and Muslim lands do not represent Islam, Our religion is perfect, but we on the other hand.

When I’m frustrated that I’m not doing well in a tournament I cut my own hair, just lop it all off. I’ve probably made a right mess of it, but luckily I wear a cap when I play.

My mother always accused me of being in love with the sound of my own voice. When we went on road trips, she’d be like, ‘Stop singing. Be quiet, you’re talking just to hear yourself speak.’ It was probably true. I like to ramble on, which is probably why I’m well suited to interviews. You know, there’s no other forum where you’re literally supposed to sit down and just talk for hours about yourself. I love it.

From now on, I’ll connect the dots my own way.

Experience is, for me, the highest authority. The touchstone of validity is my own experience. No other person’s ideas, and none of my own ideas, are as authoritative as my experience. It is to experience that I must return again and again, to discover a closer approximation to truth as it is in the process of becoming me.

I’ve never compromised who I am not ever. If I’ve gotten anywhere in my life it’s been on my own merits.

I cannot help it; reason has nothing to do with it; I love her against reason-but who would as soon love me for my own sake, as she would love the beggar at the corner.

It’s true in most movies I don’t use my own voice.

What makes loneliness an anguishIs not that I have no one to share my burden,But this:I have only my own burden to bear.

My father would sit and design furniture and cabinets – he was a carpenter and cabinet maker – and I would ask for my own piece of paper and pencil. And when I would say, ‘What should I draw?’ he would push a cartoon under my nose and say, ‘Here, draw this.’ So the cartoon became a kind of focus of attention.

I have my own style and don’t really follow fashion, but I like leggings. They’re easy to wear and can go with anything.

What I do with my life is of my own doing. I live it the best way I can.

If I am attached to another person because I cannot stand on my own two feet, he or she may be a life saver, but the relationship is not one of love.

I don’t know how to save my own life, so anything they’ve found in what I’ve written that saved theirs – I can’t take responsibility for it.

As I look at my own precious children, I feel, like Joseph, that I have been entrusted with a great treasure. Recognizing that Joseph was a strong, responsible, and loving man who sought and received revelation to care for his family, I am inspired to emulate those qualities. In those moments, the gift I hope to give my Lord that year is to be more like Joseph the Carpenter.

My conceptual framework, which basically emphasizes the importance of misconceptions, makes me extremely critical of my own decisions. I know that I am bound to be wrong, and therefore am more likely to correct my own mistakes.

I’ve set my own rules to live by. The first one is: ‘Never believe ANYthing the government says.’

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

Every day I beat my own previous record for the number of consecutive days I’ve stayed alive.

All over the world people have developed their own ideas about what’s right and wrong in life, but so long as you aren’t harming others or the Earth, it’s your choice when you decide how you want to live your life – Yours and yours alone. Life’s no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe’s my own to fool with.

I kept on digging the hole deeper and deeper looking for the treasure chest until I finally lifted my head, looked up and realized that I had dug my own grave.

I grow increasingly aware, and in more ways than expected that I am at the center of my own field; and whether it be folly or wisdom, it is a very pleasant feeling.

Hell is to be contemplated strictly as a matter which concerns me alone. As part of the spiritual life it belongs behind the ‘closed door’ of my own room. From the standpoint of living faith, I cannot fundamentally believe in anyone’s damnation but my own; as far as my neighbor is concerned, the light of resurrection can never be so obscured that I would be allowed or obliged to stop hoping for him.

For me, acting is like a therapy. I can express myself fully when I am acting and have blood in my veins. Even when I’m not working, I’m always living in my own world, imagining characters.

Attempts have been made from a study of the changes produced by mutation to obtain the relative order of the bases within various triplets, but my own view is that these are premature until there is more extensive and more reliable data on the composition of the triplets.

I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

The combination of pictures and words together can be really effective, and I began to realise in my career that unless I wrote my own words, then my message was diluted

I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people’s eyes who have no heart, and can’t see the difference anyway.

If I can get out of the way, if I can be pure enough, if I can be selfless enough, and if I can be generous and loving and caring enough to abandon what I have in my own preconceived silly notions of what I think I am – and become truly who in fact I am, which is really just another child of God – then the music can really use me. And therein lies my fulfillment. That’s when the music starts to happen.

Because I know that I am not my own master, I offer my heart as a true sacrifice to the Lord.

The idea comes to me from outside of me – and is like a gift. I then take the idea and make it my own – that is where the skill lies.

I suppose if I had my time again I would refuse it and stay at Fulham because I thoroughly enjoyed my time there, and secondly I would have taken it on my own terms.