Compran Quotes & Sayings

And Magrat was sick all night just at the thought of it and had the dire rear. — Terry Pratchett

Only to the degree that a musician is healing himself or herself through music can a listener be healed. — W.A. Mathieu

Indian writers have appropriated English as an Indian language, and that gives a certain freshness to the way we write. — Vikas Swarup

For a man, staying single in teenages is equivallent of smoking to two and a half packets of cigarettes. — Srinivas Shenoy

Let us take birth in our immortality courageously, the way lion walks in the forest roaring.
Let us live the way the tiger looks for its prey, to search the Supreme Power in our godliness. — Vishal Chipkar

People in the U.S. will watch anything if it's put in front of their face over and over again. I like to see what's possible, more than anything. — Bode Miller

If surviving assassination attempts were an Olympic event, I would win the gold medal. — Fidel Castro

Even while I was working on the novel I would also write short stories as relief, just to be in a wieldier world that could negotiated more easily and more quickly. In the novel, I even changed the narrator from a man to a woman. — Leni Zumas

Suck every moment from life. We should all do more of that. — Tammy Falkner

Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to write total nonsense for as long as I need to release the pressure, because it's really hard to start if you feel like that first sentence you write has to actually mean something. — Ann Brashares

When you are young you take the kindness people show you as your right. — W. Somerset Maugham

Your neck. I want to kiss it. — Edmond Rostand

Then a movement began among the people. They creaked to their feet, shuffled and fumbled up to the front, kneeling on the floor, and she saw little Thomas at the beginning of the row. The priest turned and made the sign of the cross and all signed themselves; then he came forward and moved along the line, placing the Hosts in the mouths of the people.

Cecil had a very strange feeling; she felt that this was at the same time the most natural and the most unnatural thing she had ever seen. They were like little birds being fed by their mother, and yet it was grown people who knelt to receive what looked like a paper penny of bread on their tongues. She knew at once why the Mass provoked such love and such hate. Either what they believe is true, or else it is a dreadful delusion, she thought. — Meriol Trevor