Dhananjay Mahadik Quotes & Sayings

I colour my hair mousy brown and I wear makeup only on stage. I use Laura Mercier - something called Biscuit, I think. I run one tiny sponge over my face and cover the red blotches. If I've got some rouge, I'll bung it on my mouth and cheeks. — Jane Birkin

Your heart chakra is not in your physical body. It is in your subtle physical body, but it comes in contact with your physical body in this location. — Frederick Lenz

The State trained us to make other people's terrible jokes work, which is the other part of the game when you're here. — Robert Ben Garant

Value choices are intuitive ... It's fun to see how much you can get without leaning on contrast. — Sara Genn

The potential of the average person is like a huge ocean unsailed, a
new continent unexplored, a world of possibilities waiting to be
released and channeled toward some great good.
— Brian Tracy

the descent was going to be more difficult than the ascent. — Jeffrey Archer

If public figures came out of the closet, then the LGBT kids who saw them on TV would feel safe before they even knew why they felt dangerous. Maybe if enough people came out of the closet, gay kids would never feel dangerous. Maybe we could have a world where we could all just live. We may not all agree, but why can't we just all live? — Margaret Cho

I don't think you can ever be ahead of your time with cynicism about that subject. No, I don't think it was ahead of its time. I think it was very much a product of its time. — Joe Dante

We come to this world with an abundance of hope, a deep desire to love, and a longing to belong. — Debasish Mridha

That lazy servant next door was sloppy with the Tso family's nightstool and stunk up the street with their nightsoil," Mama says. "And Cook!" She allows herself a low hiss of disapproval. "Cook has served us shrimp so old that the smell has made me lose my appetite."
We don't contradict her, but the odor suffocating us comes not from spilled nightsoil or day-old shrimp but from her. Since we don't have our servants to keep the air moving in the room, the smell that rises from the blood and pus that seep through the bandages holding Mama's feet in their tiny shape clings to the back of my throat. — Lisa See

I may die, but the Republic of 1916 will never die. Onward to the Republic and liberation of our people. — Bobby Sands