Krishna Kumar Kunnath Quotes & Sayings
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Suffering sucks. Don't do it. Go home and love your wife. Go home and love yourself. Go home
and base your happiness on one thing and one thing only: freedom. Choose freedom, not suffering. Create a life of freedom, not wanting. Have some really good coffee and listen to the red-winged blackbirds in the marsh. Ignore the mosquitoes. — Laura Munson

I pity him who refuses to leave the minatory of his refutable Judgments and still insisting on producing his light to lit our worlds. — Annie Ali

Yesterday's grace is inadequate in the face of today's struggle. — Matt Chandler

I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's. — E. M. Forster

Though invisible I would be their assuring voice of denial; — Ralph Ellison

Was there much damage done to your ship? (Nykyrian)
No, not really. Just enough to seriously piss me off and ruin my suckass day. (Syn) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Etiquette, or dog in the original Coptic, means behaving yourself a little better than is absolutely essential. — Will Cuppy

She takes hold of his hands. As they move together, Rolph feels his self-consciousness miraculously fade, as if he is growing up right there on the dance floor, becoming a boy who dances with girls like his sister. Charlie feels it, too. In fact, this particular memory is one she'll return to again and again, for the rest of her life, long after Rolph has shot himself in the head in their father's house at twenty eight: her brother as a boy, hair slicked flat, eyes sparking, shyly learning to dance. — Jennifer Egan

We need stable regimes in this part of the world [the Mideast] who will be partners and friends of ours, because the fact of the matter is we do rely on imported oil to fuel our economy and to fuel our nation. — Colin Powell

Instead of a book, what if we're actually writing (or not writing) in the margins of our lives? What if our lives are books? What is the sign of our presence? Are we pressing into the margins our interpretations and questions? Are we circling offending verbs and drawing furious arrows to the margin where we scrawl "irony," "frustration," "voiceless," "unfair!" Or do we simply turn the pages, passively receiving what's given, furiously disagreeing but remaining silent about it? — Patti Digh

He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched. — Ovid