Amitosh Srivastava Quotes & Sayings

You're going to pay for that Pet,' he panted. The right side of his face sported an angry red hand print.

I shook out my hand, 'I already have. That was my change. — C.J. Roberts

Peace and satisfaction are the two most expensive things in life. You can never buy them, you can only generate them for yourself, and those around you. — Mehek Bassi

This world is a museum. In a museum you have to see and know; you can eat and drink but you cannot take anything out of it. Do not get attached. Enjoy everything, but if you take anything away from it, you will have to come back to the 'museum' (this world). — Dada Bhagwan

I decided to make music again at a time when I couldn't have had more obstacles. — Marilyn Manson

I think I became a writer because I used to write letters to my friends, and I used to love writing them. I loved the idea that you can put marks on a page and send it off, and two days later, someone laughs somewhere else in the world. — David Nicholls

the core of the existing principle of the rule of law: that all persons and authorities within the state, whether public or private, should be bound by and entitled to the benefit of laws publicly made, taking effect (generally) in the future and publicly administered in the courts. — Tom Bingham

Don't get caught in the trap of "Waiting".

When I retire....
When I get off work
When I go that party this weekend

When this happens then I can live.

People miss the present and then wonder where time went. Allow life unfold in its divine sequence by being utterly present. — Matthew Donnelly

I am not a desperate, unsteady child who throws his trust around. I am not damaged. — Veronica Roth

Art is an elastic sort of love. — Josephine Baker

France can compete with the Hollywood studios in terms of animation savoir-faire, but not in terms of box-office figures. France is a small country, and the Americans are the masters of the world - for cinema, it's true. — Michel Ocelot

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. — Oscar Wilde