Bangarrang Quotes & Sayings

India has given me everything. It has made me Vijay Mallya. — Vijay Mallya

The intellectualist philosopher who wants to hold words to their precise meaning, and uses them as the countless little tools of clear thinking, is bound to be surprised by the poet's daring. And yet a syncretism of sensitivity keeps words from crystallizing into perfect solids. Unexpected adjectives collect about the focal meaning of the noun. A new environment allows the word to enter not only into one's thoughts, but also into one's daydreams. Language dreams. — Gaston Bachelard

This is one of my favorite parts of the marriage deal." ... "I mean the sex is pretty good, but the coffee ... The coffee is amazing! — J.D. Robb

Have you known what it is to give your meal to another and to go without yourself? It gives a happiness that no dinner eaten by yourself can give. Have you known what it is to give your coat to another and do without it yourself? It gives a joy that the satisfaction of your own wants cannot give you. — Hazrat Inayat Khan

Bill Veeck was a charismatic and somewhat eccentric owner-fan during the post-WWII years. — Don Yaeger

I never thought people would be mortally offended by the sounds I was making. — Joanna Newsom

Every time you are hurt, you get a better chance to build a better shield! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Guilt is the greatest monster. Remorse, a killer. But the worst are the memories. Yet sometimes, they are the only things that keep our people alive. — Melina Marchetta

A story went the rounds about a San Franciscan white matron who refused to sit beside a Negro civilian on the streetcar, even after he made room for her on the seat. Her explanation was that she would not sit beside a draft dodger who was a Negro as well. She added that the least he could do was fight for his country the way her son was fighting on Iwo Jima. The story said that the man pulled his body away from the window to show an armless sleeve. He said quietly and with great dignity, Then ask your son to look around for my arm, which I left over there. — Maya Angelou

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie. — Ellen Glasgow