La moitié de ma vie a mis l’autre au tombeau.

Half my life is an act of revision.

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.

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

Grief is half of old age.

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

I, the half-mad mourner of buried days,

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

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

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.

So most of my life has been lived in hell.

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.

Half myself mocks the other half.