The first half of life is learning to be an adult-the second half is learning to be a child.

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

Half my life is an act of revision.

The first half of our lives are ruined by our parents and the second half by our children.

Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.

Half of the Ullers are half-mad, the saying went, and the other half are worse.

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

We are what we are, and half of what we are is what we are not.

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

Life seemed to be an educator's practical joke in which you spent the first half learning and the second half learning that everything you learned in the first half was wrong.

Life is half spent before we know what it is.

To be half of one can only be a torment when the other half is gone.

When you are visited by chaos and swallowed up; when nature curses you or someone you love with illness; or when tyranny rends asunder something of value that you have built, it is salutary to know the rest of the story. All of that misfortune is only the bitter half of the tale of existence, without taking note of the heroic element of redemption or the nobility of the human spirit requiring a certain responsibility to shoulder. We ignore that addition to the story at our peril, because life is so difficult that losing sight of the heroic part of existence could cost us everything.

More than half of my life is past; I have left only the time I need for turning the rest of it to account and for effacing my errors by my virtues.