The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.
It is the failing of youth not to be able to restrain its own violence.
Ah, beware of snobbery; it is the unwelcome recognition of one's own past failings.
Virtue herself is her own fairest reward.
Deal faithfully and truly with your own soul.
And, since the model he faithfully copies is not going to be hung up next to the picture, since the picture is going to be there on its own, it is of no interest whether it is an accurate copy of the model.
He who has felt his own ruin will not imagine the case of any to be hopeless; nor will he think them too fallen to be worthy his regard.
Giving frees us from the familiar territory of our own needs by opening our mind to the unexplained worlds occupied by the needs of others.
Sometimes, women in families put themselves last until it manifests itself in their own health.
When liberals finally grasped the strength of popular feeling about the family, they cried to appropriate the rhetoric and symbolism of family values for their own purposes.
To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it. After a taste of stardom, everything else is poverty.
No one teaches you how to be a famous person; no one teaches you how to be a role model. It's something you have to do on your own.
The interesting thing is how one guy, through living out his own fantasies, is living out the fantasies of so many other people.
I do fantasize about having my own shop one day.
When I was a kid, I would fantasize about my own funeral.
We weren't the kind of family that talked about our problems. We were a close family, in a kind of faraway way. It wasn't a being-with-each-other kind of close. We all went our own ways.
I've always been fascinated by memory and dreams because they are both completely our own. No one else has the same memories. No one has the same dreams.
My own training is in the field of neuroendocrinology and I really became very fascinated many years ago with the molecules of emotion, molecules that we call neuropeptides.
My own perception of Malcolm was one of something that bordered on fascination because I was looking at him and reacting to him as a subject.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
