Maninagar Quotes & Sayings

She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream ... — Joseph Conrad

You'll grow devilish fat upon this paper-diet! — William Congreve

Hatred is the enemy, Hadassah. Not the people. — Francine Rivers

Here's how to turn the world upside down: take what is, and turn it upside down. Or take what is and make it was isn't. Or take what isn't and make it what is. Or take what is and shake it till change falls out of its pockets. Or take any hierarchy and plug the constituents of its bottom into the categories of its top. Or take any number of hierarchies and mix up their parts. — Anonymous

When people show me clothing that seems very, very feminine, it's hard for me to embrace that, because it just doesn't feel like me. — Ellen DeGeneres

Regret is just perfectionism plus time. — B.J. Novak

It is never too late to do anything in life. — Momofuku Ando

I had the question asked of me before, 'What do you like better: singing or playing guitar?' If I'm gonna be totally truthful, if that microphone's in my hand, I'm loving it. When the guitar's in my hand, I'm a little nervous, but I'm still loving it. — Phil Anselmo

Your true nature is purity, peace and joy. — Sathya Sai Baba

The Gods are not to be feared; death cannot be felt; the good can be won; what we dread can be conquered. — Luc Ferry

But the trouble was that the hysterics could not go on for ever, and (I am writing the loathsome truth) lying face downwards on the sofa with my face thrust into my nasty leather pillow, I began by degrees to be aware of a far-away, involuntary but irresistible feeling that it would be awkward now for me to raise my head and look Liza straight in the face. Why was I ashamed? I don't know, but I was ashamed. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

She had never been afraid of the dark, but then she had never known a dark like this before. — Alan Brennert

He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster. — A.S. Byatt

Ladies who were no better than they should be, whose dresses were too tight, too bright and too all the things Magnus liked most, lounged on velvet-covered benches along the walls. — Cassandra Clare

It was a little like Into the Sands, with Claude Barron, which she'd seen a couple of weeks ago. In that picture Claude Barron enlists in the Foreign Legion because Rita Carrol marries another guy. The other guy turns out to be a cheater and drinker, and so Rita Carrol leaves him and travels out to the desert where Claude Barron if fighting the Arabs. By the time Rita Carrol gets there he's in the hospital, wounded, or not a hospital really but just a tent and she tells him she loves him and Claude Barron says, "I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you." And then he dies. Tessie cried buckets. Her mascara ran, staining the collar of her blouse something awful. — Jeffrey Eugenides