Khushboo Mujra Quotes & Sayings
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Why shouldn't a mystical theology be possible? 'I want to touch God or become God,' I declared in my journal. All through that year I abandoned myself intermittently to these deliriums. — Simone De Beauvoir

I'm a boots girl. The most I've ever spent on clothing is a pair of Ralph Lauren boots that go over the knee but can also fold down. — Jamie-Lynn Sigler

A doctrine which advocates indifference to wealth and to the comforts of life, and a contempt for suffering and death [the Stoics'] is quite unintelligible to the vast majority of men, since that majority has never known wealth or the comforts of life; and to despise suffering would mean to despise life itself, since the whole existence of man is made up of the sensations of hunger, cold, injury, loss, and a Hamlet-like dread of death. — Anton Chekhov

I feel that World Cup cricket should be played like football in which all the 160 countries take part. If only a handful of countries are going to keep on playing in the World Cup without making the game popular, I will be a sad man. — Kapil Dev

Because music is a language unto itself, when I'm writing, I need silence. I need to hear the music and the rhythms of the words inside my thoughts. — Marianne Wiggins

Say the rest, not when his brother was so white and stiff. "And?" "And they realized the caller meant a bomb in the theater. The police were there within minutes, five, ten at the most. They heard it go off." Alexander pressed his lips together. "Where?" "In her office. Alexander," he continued quickly, "she wouldn't have been in there. Eve's too smart for that. — Nora Roberts

I have never met an author who did not read voraciously as a child. — Christopher Fowler

Before you judge a person, try to imagine how you would feel if the same things had happened to you. — Michelle Cohen Corasanti

I expected higher prices for some books, but [there would be] flexibility for other books, — Eddy Cue

We have become victims of our own art. We touch people on the outsides of their bodies, and they us, but we cannot get to their insides and cannot reveal our insides to them. This is one of the great tragedies of our interiority-it is utterly personal and unrevealable. Often we want to say something unusually intimate to a spouse, a parent, a friend, communicate something of how we are really feeling about a sunset, who we really feel we are-only to fall strangely and miserably flat. Once in a great while we succeed, sometimes more with one person, less or never with others. But the occasional break-through only proves the rule. You reach out with a disclosure, fail, and fall back bitterly into yourself. — Ernest Becker