Nikitha Sharma Quotes & Sayings

Adult males are what their moms designed them. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

A happy marriage is the world's best bargain. — Orlando Aloysius Battista

Education today does not impart to the students the capacity or grit to face the challenges of daily life. The educational field has become the playing ground of ignorance. — Sai Baba

I'm sorry you got dragged into this." He waved a hand to indicate he meant the house, the entire situation. "Having to stay here, with me, when you should be home with your family." A pang of homesickness hit her as she thought of her parents and how disappointed they'd been that her leave had been "cancelled". That wasn't his fault though.
To ease his concern, she put on a smile. "Yeah, but hey, I could've done way worse in terms of roommates." She gave his leg a playful nudge with her hand.
His eyes warmed at her words and touch. The firelight brought out the deep bronze undertones in his hair, flickering in tones of gold and orange. She wanted to run her fingers through it to find out if it was as soft as it looked.
He shook his head slightly at her, looking amused. "Why'd you have to be so sweet?"
She shrugged and countered, "Why'd you have to be so damned good looking? — Kaylea Cross

The way I write is totally instinctive. I just write what I feel or what I find funny - and hope everyone else agrees. — Sophie Kinsella

Good writing is a kind of skating which carries off the performer where he would not go. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The spider venom was Ebola in thirty seconds. — Michael Crichton

I think breastfeeding is part of what helped me lose my baby weight. I just dump it all into my chubby little son. — Mary Elizabeth Ellis

Happiness is only the threshold to misery. When a friend refuses to share in joys. — Georg Ebers

Be an advocate of love and kindness. — Debasish Mridha

not sure if it was compliment, or an insult, or a complisult; — Penny Reid

I've actually felt sad for myself, picturing my slim, naked, pale body, floating just beneath the current, a colony of snails attached to one bare leg, my hair trailing like seaweed until I reach the ocean and drift down down down to the bottom, my waterlogged flesh peeling off in soft streaks, me slowly disappearing into the current like a watercolor until just the bones are left. — Gillian Flynn