Concentres Dhier Quotes & Sayings

Praise the one who speaks ill of you. Before long he will become a friend — Radhe Maa

Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils. — Jeffrey Eugenides

The rap game will never be at peace. The rap game is built upon competition. There will always be competition and as long as there's competition, there will never be peace. There's a heavy competition in every scene. Everyone wants to be the one. — Kurupt

I like pens. My writing is so amazing there's never a need to erase. — Todd Barry

I used to have a terrific flat stomach but now it's kind of blown out after two giant babies used it as a short-term apartment. — Amy Poehler

'My self-esteem,' 'my self-this,' 'my self-that.' Believe me, I've been there - I'm an actress. At one point, you just get nauseous with it and think, 'I have to take my mind off myself!' — Raquel Welch

What's fascinating is, people in Washington would rather spend time in Hollywood, and people in Hollywood would rather spend time in Washington. — Arnold Schwarzenegger

A great deal of what passes by the name of patriotism in these days consists of the merest bigotry and narrow-mindedness; exhibiting itself in national prejudice, national conceit, and national hatred. It does not show itself in deeds, but in boastings
in howlings, gesticulations, and shrieking helplessly for help
in flying flags and singing songs
and in perpetual grinding at the hurdy-gurdy of long-dead grievances and long-remedied wrongs. To be infested by such a patriotism as this is perhaps among the greatest curses that can befall any country. — Samuel Smiles

Judge your neighbor, write it down. Ask four questions, turn it around. — Byron Katie

All appointments hurt. Five friends are made cold or hostile for every appointment; no new friends are made. All patronage is perilous to men of real ability or merit. It aids only those who lack other claims to public support. — Rutherford B. Hayes

Nevertheless man has found love, which is not a bad reply to that sly Deity, and he has adorned it with so much poetry that woman often forgets the sensual part of it. Those among us who are unable to deceive themselves have invented vice and refined debauchery, which is another way of laughing at God and paying homage, immodest homage, to beauty. — Guy De Maupassant