Quotes About Sense

I think the sense of family and family achievement, plus the discipline which I received there from that one-room school were really very helpful in what I did later on.

The things that matter don't necessarily make sense.

What are the proper proportions of a maxim? A minimum of sound to a maximum of sense.

Body is not all. Mind is not all. Spirit is not all. All three make the sense.

Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness.

It will soon make sense with some reasonable research and reading...ti's all in there, somewhere... find it!!

In a world of diversity, and cultural differences... there's no such thing as 'common' sense.

Now I understand. Alice is afraid. The whole town is afraid because the world doesn't make sense to them anymore. Two kids go missing and suddenly everything is all messed up.

Perhaps the knowledge that certain behaviors are in some sense hardwired in your spouse—rather than a conscious choice to stick it to you—will help dial down the frustration.

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

She was so unused to conversation in the accepted sense that most of her spoken words were almost meaningless. They were a gesture, like that of a hostess arranging loose covers on the furniture of her room in order to assure herself that everything was prepared for her guests.

The Warhol scene in general was plastic anathema to us nature-loving San Francisco hippies, but seen in his natural habitat, New York City, Warhol made sense.

In the land of Gibberish, the man who makes sense, the man who speaks clearly, clearly speaks nonsense.

The thing about For Better or Worse is the only thing that made me an okay director for that is that I have a sense of humor, and it was supposed to be funny.

These days, security for your devices is just simple good sense, like putting on your seat belt.

Unless you love someone nothing makes sense.

The other day I was shocked to come across, I think, the only remark of Bertrand Russell I have ever seen which seemed to me to betray an acute sense of class: 'There is, on the whole, much less liberty in the world now than there was a hundred years ago.' I have no measuring-rod for liberty, and do not know how to balance the lesser liberty of few against the greater liberty of many. But on any standard of measurement I can only regard the statement as fantastically untrue.

When you don't cover up the world with words and labels, a sense of the miraculous returns to your life that was lost a long time ago when humanity, instead of using thought, became possessed by thought.

The word "identification" is derived from the Latin word idem, meaning "same" and facere, which means "to make." So when I identify with something, I "make it the same." The same as what? The same as I. I endow it with a sense of self, and so it becomes part of my "identity.

It was much simpler for him to judge Miss Bart by her habitual conduct than by the rare deviations from it which had thrown her so disturbingly in his way; and every act of hers which made the recurrence of such deviations more unlikely confirmed the sense of relief with which he returned to the conventional view of her.

Mere display left her with a sense of superior distinction but she felt an affinity to all the subtler manifestations of wealth.

Everything about him accorded with the fastidious element in her taste, even to the light irony with which he surveyed what seemed to her most sacred. She admired him most of all, perhaps, for being able to convey as distinct a sense of superiority as the richest man she had ever met.

It was almost as if this sense of relaxation were totally new to her, so far back did her memory have to travel to recover a time when she had not waked to apprehension, and fallen asleep rehearsing fresh precautions for the morrow.

The most profound indication of social malignancy ... no sense of humor. None of the monoliths could take a joke.