Deeti Quotes & Sayings

I reach up and pull my hair back from my face, show him the scar from the accident. Unconsciously, he mimics my gesture, touches the same scar on his own forehead.
"It's just like mine," says my self, amazed. "How did you get it?" "The same as you. It is the same. We are the same."
A translucent moment. I didn't understand, and then I did, just like that. I watch it happen. I want to be both of us at once, feel again the feeling of losing the edges of my self, of seeing the admixture of future and present for the first time. But I'm too accustomed, too comfortable with it, and so I am left on the outside, remembering the wonder of being nine and suddenly seeing, knowing, that my friend, guide, brother was me. Me, only me. The loneliness of it. — Audrey Niffenegger

Earth is sad, Moon is shy, Sun is happy but wait a moment, I just forgot to tell you that I am the child of open sky. — Santosh Kalwar

Fixity is always momentary. But how can it always be so? If it were, it would not be momentary - or would not be fixity. — Octavio Paz

This turns out not to be true. Darwinian change is inevitable in any system of information transmission so long as there is some lumpiness in the things transmitted, some fidelity of transmission and a degree of randomness, or trial and error, in innovation. To say that culture 'evolves' is not metaphorical. — Matt Ridley

Codifying discrimination in our laws should be something we read about in American history, not on the front pages of today's American newspapers and magazines. — Dannel Malloy

After every movie, you get offered the role that you just did in the last movie. — Noah Emmerich

You can tell people of the need to struggle, but when the powerless start to see that they really can make a difference, nothing can quench the fire. — Leymah Gbowee

This is L.A. You wanna learn Spanish? Take the bus. — George Lopez

Yet, unbeknownst to him, it had been kept alive - and it was only now, in listening to Deet's songs, that he recognized that the secret source of its nourishment was music: he had always had a great love of dadras, chaitis, barahmasas, horis, kajris - songs such as Deeti was singing. Listening to her now, he knew why Bhojpuri was the language of this music: because of all the tongues spoken between the Ganges and the Indus, there was none that was its equal in the expression of the nuances of love, longing and separation - of the plight of those who leave and those who stay at home. — Amitav Ghosh

I've always thought of this city as Disneyland for adults ... There's no danger of Las Vegas expiring from an excess of good taste. — Mary Jo Putney