Kavgada Laf Quotes & Sayings

He says you kill ghosts for a living. Like you're a ghostbuster or something." "I'm not a ghostbuster. — Kendare Blake

Ezra was right half the time, and when he was wrong, he was so wrong you were never in any doubt about it. — Ernest Hemingway,

I know, that trends and all of those things and formulae that calculate what audiences want to see and what audiences don't want to see and various other demographic demarcations are the eccentric and ludicrous prerogative of Hollywood studios. But out there in the real world - by which I mean the rest of the world where we make truthful organic films, independent films unimpeded by interference - it's not about all those sort of calculating what is commercial. It's about wanting to say things and saying them in a way that will get through to people. — Mike Leigh

The U.S. military has done a phenomenal job of creating these facilities almost over-night and dealing with these sworn enemies of America with more respect and dignity than they ever would have considered according our officers had they captured any. — Charles Bass

You may not plan for some things in life but your destiny will take you there. — Rita Zahara

Our destiny is to be so intimately united with God that, as the mystics say, we not only see God's face but also see with God's face. — Peter Kreeft

Yeah, I miss the Grateful Dead. I miss that groove. I miss the brotherhood. Absolutely. There's no doubt about it. — Mickey Hart

That a viewer does not see what the artist intended does not make the composition a failure ... In reality all artists speak first to themselves and then to an audience. — Mike Svob

Most great parts for guys in wheelchairs tend to go to actors who walk. — Mark Ruffalo

Her mother had smelled of cold and scales, her father of stone dust and dog. She imagined her husband's mother, whom she had never met, had a whiff of rotting apples, though her stationary had stunk of baby powder and rose perfume. Sally was starch, cedar, her dead grandmother sandalwood, her uncle, swiss cheese. People told her she smelled like garlic, like chalk, like nothing at all. Lotto, clean as camphor at his neck and belly, like electrified pennies at the armpit, like chlorine at the groin. She swallowed. Such things, details noticed only on the edges of thought would not return.
'Land,' Mathilde said, 'odd name for a guy like you.'
'Short for Roland,' the boy said.
Where the August sun had been steaming over the river, a green cloud was forming. It was still terrifically hot, but the birds had stopped singing. A feral cat scooted up the road on swift paws. It would rain soon.
'Alright Roland,' Mathilde said, suppressing as sigh, 'sing your song. — Lauren Groff

For me, naming bands was the forerunner to really writing lyrics, because I work off titles. — Jim Capaldi

As the man was bundled into an armoured police van, he turned and shouted: 'Don't waste your life following others! Be individual! Live your dreams!'

I stood there thinking. He was right. Ours is a society of followers, trapped by an island mentality. — Tahir Shah