Murali Vijay Quotes & Sayings

The painters could be identified by dirty fingernails; the writers by conversation in labored monosyllables and aggressive vulgarities which disguised their minds. — William Gaddis

I hunger for filling in a world that is starved. — Ann Voskamp

The sole/soul purpose of a book is to be read. — Dani J. Caile

Man should receive gracefully the bread returning to him upon the water - freely ye have given, freely ye shall receive. — Florence Scovel Shinn

Dictum on television scripts: We don't want it good - we want it Tuesday. — Denis Norden

Wisdom comes from introspection. — Debasish Mridha

How real is history? Is it just an enormous soup so full of disparate ingredients that it is uncharacterizable? — Thomas Cahill

And if a friend does you wrong, then say: I forgive you what you have done to me; that you have done it to YOURSELF, however
how could I forgive that! — Friedrich Nietzsche

Don't misunderstand me. The terrorist actions of Al-Qaeda were and are unmitigatedly evil. But the astonishing naivety which decreed that America as a whole was a pure, innocent victim, so that the world could be neatly divided up into evil people (particularly Arabs) and good people (particularly Americans and Israelis), and that the latter had a responsibility now to punish the former, is a large-scale example of what I'm talking about - just as it is immature and naive to suggest the mirror image of this view, namely that the western world is guilty in all respects and that all protestors and terrorists are therefore completely justified in what they do. In the same way, to suggest that all who possess guns should be locked up, or (the American mirror-image of this view) that everyone should carry guns so that good people can shoot bad ones before they can get up to their tricks, is simply a failure to think into the depths of what's going on. — N. T. Wright

I owe my life to blood donors. I'm forever grateful to people who donate. — Niki Taylor

The sun was high, midday, and I knew we had to be getting close to the point where Kaden and I would leave the caravan. Whatever landscape we passed, I saw none of it. My insides were raw - shredded from one end to the other by someone who I had thought loved me. Yes, it was the longest twelve miles of my life. Orrin, — Mary E. Pearson

By making inquiries he found that the girl's name was Bathsheba Everdene, and that the cow would go dry in about seven days. He dreaded the eighth day. — Thomas Hardy