Half my life is an act of revision.

I have lived half of my life in Paris, not the half the made me but the half in which I made what I made.

Only so much of life do I know as I have lived.

You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.

The first half of life is devoted to forming a healthy ego, the second half is going inward and letting go of it.

Half of life is fucking up, the other half is dealing with it.

Life is half spent before we know what it is.

Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make ONE respectable person!

most of the time we settle for half and i like it better, even as i know how wrong he was and his death useless, i tremble for i confess that something peversley pure calls to me from his memory

My time has been passed viciously and agreeably — at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that 'Carpe diem' is not enough — I have been obliged to crop even the seconds — for who can trust to tomorrow?

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.

I am this month one whole year older than I was this time twelve-month; and having got, as you perceive, almost into the middle of my fourth volume — and no farther than to my first day's life — 'tis demonstrative that I have three hundred and sixty-four days more life to write just now, than when I first set out; so that instead of advancing, as a common writer, in my work with what I have been doing at it — on the contrary, I am just thrown so many volumes back —

Talked my head off
Worked my tail off
Cried my eyes out
Walked my feet off
Sang my heat out
So you see,
There's really not much left of me.