Neeraj Bharadwaj Quotes & Sayings

The thing is, the heart never listens to the brain's logic, — Brittainy C. Cherry

They don't gotta burn the books they just remove 'em — Zack De La Rocha

Learn to love the questions themselves. — Rainer Maria Rilke

I can't believe you didn't have a real weapon on hand," I said.
"I have my mind," he said. "You should thank me."
I raised my chained hands. "I am bursting with gratitude. — Roshani Chokshi

There's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; I used to be one — Tammara Webber

I imagined I had discovered a new word. I rise up in bed and say, "It is not in the language; I have discovered it. 'Kuboa.' It has letters as a word has. By the benign God, Man you have discovered a word! ... 'Kuboa' ... a word of profound import.
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Some minutes pass over, and I wax nervous; this new word torments me unceasingly, returns again and again, takes up my thoughts, and makes me serious. I had fully formed an opinion as to what it should not signify, but had come to no conclusion as to what it should signify.
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Then it seems to me that some one is interposing, interrupting my confab. I answer angrily, "Beg pardon! You match in idiocy is not to be found; no, sir! Knitting cotton? Ah! go to hell!" Well, really I had to laugh. Might I ask why should I be forced to let it signify knitting cotton, when I had a special dislike to its signifying knitting cotton? — Knut Hamsun

I have a lot of people to thank and I'm going to be one of those people that tries to mention a lot of names, because I know just two seconds ago my mother and father went completely berserk and I'd like to give some other mothers and fathers that same opportunity. — Meryl Streep

I'm not an angel, Jace," she repeated. "I don't return library books. I steal illegal music off the internet. I lie to my mom. I am completely ordinary. — Cassandra Clare

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world. — Pablo Neruda

Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare it so when, according to time and circumstances, one has done one's best. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe