Yet Quotes

What I worry about is climate change, because that would have untold effects that we can't even measure yet.

Sometimes life's so much cooler when you just don't know any better and all the painful lessons have not hammered your head open yet.

We don't know what may yet happen to us, what military and political defeats we may yet have to face.

I have yet to see a drama that puts forward women who are successful and have a family. Women are nearly always seen as victims.

Thou has a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; Thou host a thousand forms and yet not one form.

The Vietnamese have a secret weapon. It's their willingness to die beyond our willingness to kill. In effect, they've been saying, You can kill us, but you'll have to kill a lot of us; you may have to kill all of us. And, thank heaven, we are not yet ready to do that.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

All the rest of us - you and me and even the thousands of soldiers behind the lines in Africa - we want terribly yet only academically for the war to get over.

Tony Blair will be remembered for nothing other than that he followed George W. Bush over a cliff; took the rest of us with them, and we haven't yet reached the bottom, I'm afraid.

I hope to stand firm enough to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country's cause.

Yet I've discovered that how I look is not a function of anything as ephemeral as my hair.

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. Yet that will be the beginning.

I'm 100 percent Irish by birth, grew up Italian, and yet I constantly get cast as playing Jewish.

Nobody with an IQ higher than emergency-room temperature could ever believe that 'death panels' would be appointed to nudge the elderly toward euthanasia. Yet for idle entertainment, it's hard to beat Sarah Palin's ignorant nattering on the subject.

My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.

You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all straw hats and hay bales and not necessarily the most sophisticated form of music. Yet you can't help responding to its honesty. It's music that finds its way deep into your soul because it's strings vibrating against wood and nothing else.

Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

If you interview people or friends who work with me, they would say I'm private or internal or don't emote a lot. Yet I do it every day for 10 million people. I just don't do it for the 30 people I'm in the room with.

I've been an important star and lived a full life, yet I only hve three close friends. I guess that's all anyone can expect.

If Antarctica were music it would be Mozart. Art, and it would be Michelangelo. Literature, and it would be Shakespeare. And yet it is something even greater; the only place on earth that is still as it should be. May we never tame it.

It's always amusing to look at how something early in the 20th century was written in anthropology and how it's written now. There's been an enormous shift in how it's done, but yet you can't put your finger on someone who actually did it.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

And I tell people I'm in charge of children, children I haven't even met yet.

Because I was newly pregnant, I was sick as a dog, yet I knew all my lines from a year before.

I was a guy who needed to go to class, because I had some raw talent that I thought was identifiable, when I finally made a decision to be an actor. And yet I wanted to learn how to really do the stuff. You know, 'How do I get to be a serious actor?'

I want every episode to feel like we still haven't done this right yet.

The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet.

I've only been in one fight in my whole life... in 7th grade, yet everyone thinks I'm a maniac.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

The poets, therefore, however much they adorned the gods in their poems, and amplified their exploits with the highest praises, yet very frequently confess that all things are held together and governed by one spirit or mind.