Mahadena Muththa Quotes & Sayings

The struggle which is not joyous is the wrong struggle. The joy of the struggle is not hedonism and hilarity, but the sense of purpose, achievement and dignity. — Germaine Greer

The one glaring issue I have with the modeling industry and the fashion industry is that there is no union for young women and when I went into acting, the way young kids are protected, there must be a mandatory union or regulation, it just has to be done. — Jaime King

Whenever there's a role that scares me, I get panicked and nervous. I know that greatness might come because I'm going to get out of my own element and comfort zone. — Moran Atias

Remember, a closed mouth gathers no foot. — Steve Post

Well my motto was "Never Monologue a Clegane", because Beric Dondarrion and Thoros were messing around with The Hound and Beric essentially got killed, even though he got to come back, and then the monologue is just a foolish thing to do. But it's also psychological state of mind, he can't get over his sister. — Alex Graves

Because, Mr.. Katagiri, Tokyo can only be saved by a person like you. And it's for people like you that I am trying to save Tokyo. — Haruki Murakami

I want you to be true to who God made you to be and not compromise your values for anyone or anything. — Lorna Seilstad

Don't Badmouth Yourself Many — Keith Code

I think most writers have to have a practice of writing. For me it is very early in the morning. I try to make it a separate world from the rest of my life. — Dana Spiotta

Start going - you will find the way. — Debasish Mridha

I'm so proud to be a real woman, a size 14 woman on the cover of a magazine like 'Ralph.' Women's publications rarely put size 14 women on the cover, let alone men's, so I'm really honoured and proud to be on the cover and representing curvy, sexy women out there. — Ricki-Lee Coulter

What filled the rooms of Grete's cottage so decidedly were woven baskets and wooden boxes and clay pots glazed in red and blue, each with its own mishmash of this and that. Roots and leaves still redolent of dirt. Balls of scratchy wool-purple twining into pink easing into periwinkle fading into gray. At least three boxes held squares and strips of fabric, all colors, and eight pots overflowed with apples.
The walls were lined with shelves, the shelves were lined with books. Wordless spines peered out. As soon as Isabelle saw them, she itched to open it up and read it from cover to cover. — Frances O'Roark Dowell