Quotes & Sayings About Love Laws God Of Small Things

I want to say at once that I frankly believe that Irving Berlin is the greatest songwriter that has ever lived ... His songs are exquisite cameos of perfection, and each one of them is as beautiful as its neighbor. Irving Berlin remains, I think, America's Schubert. — George Gershwin

I'll never be ready. Yet at the same time, you always want to reach the end. You can't fly to a destination and linger in the air. I want to reach the end of this thing, and I feel terrible about it. — Kaui Hart Hemmings

Reckless in love but cautious in life, that's a message I have for you all tonight. — Tista Ray

And finding the hat, I always like to find the hat. And then props just dress the set. It's all fabulous. — Morgan Freeman

When you serve the humanity and contribute to the society without expectation, you are happy. — Debasish Mridha

Ellison's Theorem: the further right your position, the less telling your satire. A corollary of which is that you can't lampoon anywhere near where you stand, because you'd annihilate your own troops. — Harlan Ellison

The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. I saw the day of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue. It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it. I wanted to do everything once and for all and be done with it. — Sylvia Plath

Rob smiled his slow, infectious smile-and suddenly everything was all right. — L.J.Smith

and go over and over in his mind the manifold possibilities, probabilities and potentialities — Elsie Lincoln Benedict

A little bump in the road is just a bump. There's more ahead until you reach your destination. — China Cancio

My last vivid boyhood fright from books came when I was 15; I was visiting my uncle and aunt in Greenwich, and, emboldened by my success with 'The Waste Land,' I opened their copy of 'Ulysses.' The whiff of death off those remorseless, closely written pages overpowered me. So: back to soluble mysteries, and jokes that were not cosmic. — John Updike