Maneesh Recipe Quotes & Sayings

JADE: but it makes me sad to think i would act like this
JADESPRITE: act like what?
JADE: i would like to think that even if i was sad and scared, if i was put in a position where everyone depended on me, i could put all those feelings aside and do whats right!
JADESPRITE: but i dont know whats right
JADE: yes you do!
JADE: even though you dont want to be, youre here now, and there are still people who need you
JADE: there is still something worth fighting for! — Andrew Hussie

You make your first album, you make some money, and you feel like you still have to show face, like 'I still go to the projects.' I'm like, why? Your job is to inspire people from your neighborhood to get out. You grew up there. What makes you think it's so cool? — Jay-Z

A man who pretends to understand women is bad manners. For him to really to understand them is bad morals. — Henry James

I started to go to the library, devouring every book I could lay my hands on. Once I began a book, I couldn't put it down. It was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night in school, where I'd keep the book hidden so I could read during class — Haruki Murakami

I'm acting when I serve as a hostess, when I run my wig business. I was born to act, and life itself is the greatest part. — Eva Gabor

Understand who you are and who you want to be, and thereby learn how you may best relate to others. — Ken Danby

The universal cosmic process was not created by any god or man. — Heraclitus

Love can never express itself by imposing sufferings on others. It can only express itself by self-suffering, by self-purification. — Mahatma Gandhi

We imagine that our theological/conceptual systems are the means by which we know God as God is. I truly believe that such postures and perspectives put us in danger of conceptual idolatry, worshiping our ideas of and frameworks for God. — Tim Keel

I would love to do something like Austin Powers to show off my comic timing. — Uma Thurman

For me, madness was definitely not a condition of illness; I did not believe that I was ill. It was rather a country, opposed to Reality, where reigned an implacable light, blinding, leaving no place for shadow; an immense space without boundary, limitless, flat; a mineral, lunar country, cold as the wastes of the North Pole. In this stretching emptiness, all is unchangeable, immobile, congealed, crystallised. Objects are stage trappings, placed here and there, geometric cubes without meaning.
People turn weirdly about, they make gestures, movements without sense; they are phantoms whirling on an infinite plain, crushed by the pitiless electric light. And I - I am lost in it, isolated, cold, stripped purposeless under the light. — Marguerite Sechehaye