Mohit Suri Quotes & Sayings

Don't come all the way across town. There's a Metro station right outside of Arlington. I'll meet you there, all right? — Connie Willis

"When all think alike, then no one is thinking. — Walter Lippmann

Everything in life in nonsense. it's just a question of persepctive — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

It took a lot to render me silent, like learning my grandma had been a stripper in her youth, and that all male Werewolves were hung like horses ... but this was horrific. — Robyn Peterman

We look at Sony as someone who's jumping into the space to help evangelize and build out VR. They're very centered around a console experience. — Brendan Iribe

I was bullied. I was a bit of a geek. Good-looking guys were off-limits. I didn't start dating until I was 18. — Michelle Ryan

It's good to share a life - and it's good to share minutes and hours, too, Danny thinks. With a wife. With a husband. With a boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend. With a fling. With a brother. — David Levithan

I started inventing things, and then I couldn't stop, like beavers, which I know about. People think they cut down trees so they can build dams, but in reality it's because their teeth never stop growing, and if they didn't constantly file them down by cutting through all of those trees, their teeth would start to grow into their own faces, which would kill them. That's how my brain was. — Jonathan Safran Foer

They whom trifles distract and nothing occupies are but children. — John Lancaster Spalding

War is a series of catastrophes that results in a victory. — Georges Clemenceau

I know the difference between black magic and white magic. — Tina Turner

He has oppressed Beetle, M'Turk, and me, privatim et seriatim, one by one, as he could catch us. But now he has insulted Number Five up in the music-room, and in the presence of these - these ossifers of the Ninety-third, wot look like hairdressers. Binjimin, we must make him cry "Capivi!"'
Stalky's reading did not include Browning or Ruskin. — Rudyard Kipling

The hair-color, Streeter decided, of the old men you see sitting on park benches and feeding the pigeons. Call it Just For Losers. # — Shane Jiraiya Cummings

And at each hour it would seem to me only a few moments since the preceding hour had rung; the most recent would come and inscribe itself close to the other in the sky, and I would not be able to believe that sixty minutes were held in that little blue arc comprised between their two marks of gold. Sometimes, even, this premature hour would ring two strokes more than the last; there was therefore one that I had not heard, something had taken place that had not taken place for me. — Marcel Proust

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard