The lucky person passes for a genius.
But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or it is nothing worth.
Mastery passes often for egotism.
So, you know, I think that Democrats are being more successful in Congress and I'm really going to be proud of the role I will play tomorrow as ranking Democrat on the Intelligence Committee when this bill passes.
The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning.
It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.
A dead cow or sheep lying in a pasture is recognized as carrion. The same sort of a carcass dressed and hung up in a butcher's stall passes as food.
Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for a sullen person.
When I hear that I realize how quickly time passes and how everybody goes on their journeys and they're always unbelievable and they never go where you think they're going to take you and, quite frankly, it also makes me feel a little old.
An art whose medium is language will always show a high degree of critical creativeness, for speech is itself a critique of life: it names, it characterizes, it passes judgment, in that it creates.
They don't pay you a million dollars for two-hand chest passes.
The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.
Just about every year, Congress passes another crime bill - spending billions of dollars to build more prisons, to place more band-aids on society's scars.
What passes for woman's intuition is often nothing more than man's transparency.
Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.
He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man, rationally and emotionally. The poet then becomes a danger.
Women who marry early are often overly enamored of the kind of man who looks great in wedding pictures and passes the maid of honor his telephone number.
Not a day passes over the earth, but men and women of no note do great deeds, speak great words and suffer noble sorrows.
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
When I can 10 or 11, my mom was the one out there catching passes for me. She was my prime receiver.
Everyone comes up to me saying, 'Cooee, Julie! Hello!' as if I know them. Of course I don't bloody know them. Am I flummoxed by it? Sometimes. I think, 'Ooh, love, go easy.' For a time, I did feel this pressure that I had to be funny, but it passes.
My ideas about time all developed from the realization that if nothing were to change we could not say that time passes. Change is primary, time, if it exists at all, is something we deduce from it.
Vision without action is merely a dream. Action without vision just passes the time. Vision with action can change the world.
I hope everyone that is reading this is having a really good day. And if you are not, just know that in every new minute that passes you have an opportunity to change that.
It is pure illusion to think that an opinion that passes down from century to century, from generation to generation, may not be entirely false.