#same

I did have a child, and I was reading a lot of picture books to her, but at the same time writing a children's book was something that I'd been wanting to do for many years, pretty much since the start of my career. ↗

— Al Yankovic

#book #books #career #child #children

Not being able to read and write music is not the same as being illiterate in speech and writing. ↗

— Yanni

#being #illiterate #music #read #same

I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June. ↗

— Carl Yastrzemski

#great #hitter #i #june #lousy

The principle of the design - the harmony, rhythm and balance are all the same with interior and fashion design. ↗

— Venus Williams

#design #fashion #harmony #interior #principle

My goal is always the same: to keep the other player from ever scoring a point. That doesn't always happen, but that's what I try for. ↗

— Venus Williams

#ever #goal #happen #i #keep

You can always affect things - so can you change it in a way that will make you as happy with it in the future as you were in the past? Maybe it won't be the same, but it might be something else you also like. ↗

— Jamie Zawinski

#also #always #change #else #future

Celebrity - I don't even know what that means. Obviously it's the same basic word as celebration, but I don't know what's being celebrated. ↗

— James Woods

#being #celebrated #celebration #celebrity #even

My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#dresses #kill #same #she #way

The car was on the FDR drive now and, turning her head, she glanced out at the bleak brown buildings of the projects that stretched for blocks along the drive. Something inside her sank at the sight of all that sameness, and she suddenly felt defeated. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. In the past year, she'd started experiencing these moments of desperate emptiness, as if nothing really mattered, nothing was ever going to change, there was nothing new; and she could see her life stretching before her--one endless long day after the next, in which every day was essentially the same. Meanwhile, time was marching on, and all that was happening to her was that she was getting older and smaller, and one day she would be no bigger than a dot, and then she would simply disappear. Poof! Like a small leaf burned up under a magnifying glass in the sun. These feelings were shocking to her, because she'd never experienced world-weariness before. She'd never had time. All her life, she'd been striving and striving to become this thing that was herself--the entity that was Nico O'Neilly. And then, one morning, time had caught up with her and she had woken up and realized that she was there. She had arrived at her destination, and she had everything she'd worked so hard for: a stunning career, a loving (well, sort of) husband, whom she respected, and a beautiful eleven-year-old daughter whom she adored. She should have been thrilled. But instead, she felt tired. Like all those things belonged to someone else. ↗

— Candace Bushnell

#desperation #destination #emptiness #endless #life

The relative property of the Son is to be begotten, that is, so to proceed from the Father as to be a participant of the same essence and perfectly carry on the Father's nature. ↗

— William Ames

#carry #essence #father #nature #participant