Beautiful Taj Mahal Quotes & Sayings

What kind of life had he suffered, to have to craft memories from his imagination? — Jodi Picoult

Music mirrors where we should go, have gone and can go. Music is an abstraction. — Max Roach

Groceries, baby, listen to your friend Richard. You go set your lily-white ass down in that meditation cave every day for the next three months and I promise you this
you're gonna start seeing some stuff that's so damn beautiful it'll make you wanna throw rocks at the Taj Mahal. — Elizabeth Gilbert

Oh, I wish I could make my poor heart just burst. — Chuck Palahniuk

Women provide the only true link to civilization. Men simply are not ruthless enough to survive on their own. — Karen Hawkins

Certainly when, you know, you put a lot of creative people together, there's ego and tension and all that stuff comes into play. But on the flip side, there's a lot of camaraderie and closeness. — Darren Star

I worked as a teacher in the public school system in New York City for several years, and I was a victim of the layoffs, you know, in the mid-'70s. And then I worked as a sales engineer for a company in New Jersey that was selling industrial filtration equipment. — Feisal Abdul Rauf

A blush tinged her bronzed skin as she wrapped her arms around herself. Corrado grasped her wrists, pulling her hands away when she tried to shield herself. He stared at her, stunned to see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"You're not nervous this time, are you?" he asked, half-teasingly, half honestly wanting to know. She'd been so confident, unwavering before.
"It's the way you're looking at me."
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like you look at the Taj Mahal. Or the Sistine Chapel. You're staring at me like you stare at the Mona Lisa."
"I've never seen those things."
"It's like you've never seen something so beautiful before."
"I haven't. — J.M. Darhower

A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.] — Statius

Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for a summer's duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.
Hard times were coming.
Like a parade. — Markus Zusak