Navjot Sidhu Commentary Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes people leave you halfway through the wood. Others may decieve you - you decide what's good. You decide alone, but no one is alone.
People make mistakes. Fathers, mothers, people make mistakes, holding to their own, thinking they're alone. Honor their mistakes. Fight for their mistakes.
Witches can be right. Giants can be good. You decide what's right. You decide what's good. — Stephen Sondheim

The essential point here is that all people with small, insecure incomes are in the same boat and ought to be fighting on the same side. Probably we could do with a little less talk about' capitalist' and 'proletarian' and a little more about the robbers and the robbed. — George Orwell

If it doesn't challenge you, it will not change you. — Tamika L. Sims

I know it will take a little time to adapt to a different team and a different league. — Robbie Keane

Well, but you two are dancing around in your iridescent little downpour, whooping and stomping as sane people ought to do when they encounter a thing so miraculous as water. — Marilynne Robinson

The problem with couture is not designers; it's what happens when the couturier will no longer be there. — Alber Elbaz

It's just because I love the past that I want this house to look back on its glamourous moment of youth and beauty, and I want its stairs to creak as if to the footsteps of women with hoop skirts and men in boots and spurs. But they've made it into a blondined, rouged-up old woman of sixty. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Do what makes you happy, think later. — Jack Barakat

I just went into this business for laughs. I guess I don't mind being an actor so much now. — Chevy Chase

I'm a big-city boy. What I like is big cities. It's not just what I like. It's what I write about. — Salman Rushdie

No matter how good somebody's life looks from the outside, you can be sure there's something about it you wouldn't want to have in your life. — Jean Ferris

The car ran almost noiselessly. It ran as if gravity had no power over it. Houses glided past, churches, villages, the golden spots of the estaminets and bistros, a gleaming river, a mill, and then again the even contour of the plain, the sky arching above it like the inside of a huge shell in whose milky nacre shimmered the pearl of the moon. — Erich Maria Remarque

This morning, my mother didn't get out of bed. — Melina Marchetta