Bappa Lahiri Quotes & Sayings

Religion is like this; a prayer, a song, a flower, a white sugar ball, a chime of the brass bell, the rendering of mantra, closing one's eyes; Meditation. — Aporva Kala

There is one scene where he is kissing up my back. It is really sexy and I didn't know he was going to do it. He started doing it and in the film you see me saying, whew, and that wasn't acting, that was really me thinking, whew, oh my goodness Daniel Craig is kissing my back! I really did. I had to stop and remind myself that I was playing a character and I was acting in a film. — Gemma Arterton

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed. — Eric Hoffer

I feel that God wants me to coach; otherwise, he wouldn't have put the desire in me. — Lou Holtz

I know I am judged unfairly by my physical characteristics and ostracized because of that so I say, "Yes, I'm a black man." — Chuck D

Good sex, Little Red, is messy, loud and dirty - and that's if you're doing it right. — Ella Goode

Whenever I was called a gourmet, I suspected I was being accused of something at least slightly unpleasant. But that was before I heard the term "foodie." I am still not sure that a gourmet is a good thing to be, but it must be better than a foodie. — Mark Kurlansky

She hands me a security badge that says VIRGIN. — Andrew Shaffer

The political scientist Francis Fukuyama, who wrote a classic book in 1996 on why the most successful states and societies exhibit high levels of trust - Trust: The Social Virtues and the Creation of Prosperity - noted that "social capital is a capability that arises from the prevalence of trust in a society or in certain parts of it. — Thomas L. Friedman

To believe in your choice you don't need to prove that other people's choices are wrong. — Paulo Coelho

Love equals a morbid and relentless fear of losing the other person. It's a freak-accident fear, a piece of space junk falling from the sky and obliterating him, leaving nothing but his smoking boots. It's the unfortunate-organ-defect fear - suddenly, on his thirtieth birthday, the little crack in his heart that's been there since birth will rear its ugly head and take him in his sleep while he's spooning you. It's the only way to know you're really in love, when you ask the question would it be harder to watch him die, or to know he'll watch me die? Is there more mercy in being the one who does the watching or in being the one who does the dying? It's when you realize what mercy-killing actually means, it's when you actually care to the point of tormenting worry. It's not roses and white horses, it's fucking brutal and it can send a person running for the hills. To love is brave and Will was the bravest person I knew. — Renee Carlino