Himmat Mat Harna Quotes & Sayings

Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash. — Vladimir Nabokov

Until he turned twelve, Nimrod was a shitty person. The kind of whiner that, if he wasn't your best friend, you'd have kicked his ass a long time ago. And then one day, just before his bar mitzvah, they put insoles in his shoes, and suddenly the guy was a whole new human being. — Etgar Keret

Can anything good come of a backward way of thinking like judging someone based on skin color? No way. — Adam McKay

Failure is a necessary ingredient for success. — Bran Ferren

See, that's the problem with men and women and relationshits. Shit. Relasinsips. Dammit. Relationships. There, I got it. — Jaci Burton

Art never harms itself by keeping aloof from the social problems of the day: rather, by so doing, it more completely realises for us that which we desire. — Oscar Wilde

I want to make things that put me in the position of innocence, that recreate the feeling of innocence in you. — Brian Eno

There were umpires everywhere, men who said who was winning or losing the theoretical battle, who was alive adn who was dead.
The umpire had comical news. The congregation had been theoretically spotted from the air by a theoretical enemy. They were all theoretically dead now. The theoretical corpses laughed and ate a hearty noontime meal.
Remembering this incident years later, Billy was struck by what a Tralfamadorian adventure with death that had been, to be dead and to eat at the same time. — Kurt Vonnegut

I'm a Scorpio, and Scorpios eat themselves out and burn themselves up like me. — Vivien Leigh

Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.
(Last words, according to Dickens's obituary in The Times.) — Charles Dickens

Yes, and imagine a world where there were no hypothetical situations. — Jasper Fforde

In all our discussions and speculations we had always unconsciously assumed that the women, whatever else they might be, would be young. Most men do think that way, I fancy. "Woman" in the abstract is young, and, we assume, charming. As they get older they pass off the stage, somehow, into private ownership mostly, or out of it altogether. But these good ladies were very much on the stage, and yet any one of them might have been a grandmother. We looked for nervousness - there was none. For terror, perhaps - there was none. For uneasiness, for curiosity, for excitement - and all we saw was what might have been a vigilance committee of women doctors, as cool as cucumbers, and evidently meaning to take us to task for being there. — Charlotte Perkins Gilman