Maganlal Chandaria Quotes & Sayings

Love yourself and feel worth it. Attend to your joy! — Prentice Mulford

God was alien and cruel, — William Peter Blatty

While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value. — Evan Meekins

Well, you know how a river moves a mountain." The words surprised me at first, but I knew where they were coming from. "Stone by stone," she finished. — Lisa Wingate

I will see you bereft of all that you have, of home and happiness and beautiful things. I will see your nation cast down and your allies drawn away. I will see you as alone and friendless and wretched as am I; and then you may live as long as you like, in some dark and lonely corner of the earth, and I shall call myself content.
-Lien, Albino Celestial (Dragon) — Naomi Novik

I never saw an instance of one or two disputants convincing the other by argument. — Thomas Jefferson

movies are the most bastardized form of art? — Anupama Chopra

I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it. — Ernest Hemingway,

Execution is something, but timing is everything. — Todd Stocker

I can do crunches all day long, but in yoga my core was challenged in a way that I never felt before. — Eddie George

We have this wonderful capacity in America to Hitlerize people. We had Hitler, and since Hitler we've had about 20 of them. Khrushchev and Mao and of course Stalin, and for a little while Gadhafi was our Hitler. — Seymour Hersh

Life is loves shrine
when you're my valentine. — Debasish Mridha

The drug hit him like an express train, a white-hot column of light mounting his spine from the region of his prostate, illuminating the sutures of his skull with x-rays of short-circuited sexual energy. His teeth sang in their individual sockets, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol. His bones, beneath the hazy envelope of flesh, were chromed and polished, the joints lubricated with a film of silicone. Sandstorms raged across the scoured floor of his skull, generating waves of high thin static that broke behind his eyes, spheres of purest crystal, expanding ... — William Gibson

My reviews of the above books appear in my series, A Literary Cavalcade. Reviews are listed alphabetically by author across the six volumes. — Robert A. Parker