Somehow Quotes

You think that somehow they didn't come after me to get rid of me because my vote is the deciding vote in the health care bill? Then, ladies and gentlemen, you live today in a world that is so innocent as to not understand what's going on in Washington, D.C.

In love, somehow, a man's heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.

I have to make myself write, sometimes. In the space between poems, you somehow forget how to do it, where to begin. It was good to be task - based for a while. I just came downstairs each day, picked the one I was going to do that day, and wrote.

As a kid, I might have been psycho, I guess, but I used to throw golf balls in the trees and try and somehow make par from them. I thought that was fun.

Take it from a guy: If you're in love with somebody, you will swim the stream, you will climb the mountain, you will slay the dragon. You're going to get to her somehow, some way.

The actor is concerned with his own bit of it, but the director's somehow trying to work the whole thing into a much bigger picture. It's like conducting an orchestra.

I don't say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are.

When you write a song, it may come from a personal space, but it very seldom actually represents you. It comes out of a sort of mood of melancholy, somehow. It's almost theatrical.

I would like to somehow make the community I live in a better place to live.

Everyone in this world is somehow connected. So why not just be nice to everybody.

People ask me what I'm writing. They think I'm Sandra Tsing Loh. Or they ask about stand-up. 'No, that's Margaret Cho.' I really think there is this kind of glomming, that they think we are somehow all the same person.

Kids who have no money are still figuring out a way - somehow - to dress nicely.

I was very young when we got married and I don't know why it worked out like it did or how I was smart enough to know that this was the right guy, but somehow I got lucky.

I won't forget the hood. I won't forget the days of catching a bullet on the way to the mailbox or bricks with death threats that somehow made their way through the window.

You get yourself up for it somehow, and your endurance and the crowd gets you up, too.

Some of those more out-there jokes were written in the wee hours of the morning. Somehow, they remained funny the next day.

There are lots of people in the world who do have the advantage of going to a good drama school and just decide that they want to be actors. There's nothing wrong with an untrained actor; they have to get their training somehow, they have to learn.

When do you know you're insane? And when do you known you're sane? I think I treat a fine line between the two. It's a battle to function, but somehow I manage.

I think the darker aspect of my fiction-or anybody's fiction-is by its very nature somehow easier to talk about.

Somehow, by just continually pestering the general public by appearing on television, they accepted me and wanted more.

I always knew I was gay. I always knew that somehow it would work out.

Somehow I wasn't completely crucified by the critics. I don't know how or why, I probably should've been.

If you're doing something new you've got to have a vision. You've got to have a perspective. You've got to have some north star you're aiming for, and you just believe somehow you'll get there, which kind of gets to the passion point.

I felt somehow for many years that George Washington and Alexander Hamilton just left me out by mistake. But through the process of amendment, interpretation, and court decision, I have finally been included in "We, the people."

I didn't know why God had chose me for this ordeal, but I was somehow suited to it and knew that I would see it through to the end.

Teaching is the only major occupation of man for which we have not yet developed tools that make an average person capable of competence and performance. In teaching we rely on the "naturals," the ones who somehow know how to teach.

I don't know to what extent someone can BECOME an artist - you either are or you aren't - and if you are you'll HAVE to make your way to some kind of sickly light, no matter how terrible the soil you were seeded in your nature will out somehow.

Besides that, I felt guilty. I thought for some reason... I was alive, and Buddy and those boys were dead, and I didn't know how, but somehow I'd caused it.

I love history. I love art. I like to mix it all together, but in the end it somehow has to all make sense.

I'm certain that most couples expect to find intimacy in marriage, but it somehow eludes them.