Purushottam Upadhyay Quotes & Sayings
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Cinema is the greatest mirror of humanity's struggle. You see this alternative world, but you're part of it. Everybody is part of it. This is our world. — Lav Diaz
Fearing one enemy too much may lead you right into the arms of another. — M.B. Watson
Just as Christian came up to the Cross, his burden loosed from off his shoulders, fell from off his back, and began to tumble down the hill, and so it continued to do till it came to the mouth of the sepulchre. There it fell in, and I saw it no more! — John Bunyan
We all change the world, with every day of living in it - Magnus Bane — Cassandra Clare
Every father should remember one day his son will follow his example, not his advice. — Charles Kettering
As the days and weeks and seasons wore on he found himself repeating this nothing, not wanting to. Gradually he came to understand that this particular nothing was all that he could really say now. He chanted it to himself in cell blocks and dingy apartments, recited it like a litany, ripped himself to rags against the sharp and ugly poetry of it. It echoed down the grimy hallways and squandered moments of his life, the answer to every question, the lyric of all songs. — Scott Hawkins
He pitches better when he's mad, so I try to make him that way. — Jorge Posada
Hey, you, aspiring writer, stop aspiring and start WRITING already! — Ksenia Anske
But when he died, I saw
nothing. There was nothing left to see. — Sarah Ockler
We're bein cut asunder, Lugh an me.
Bit
By bit.
An it makes me think.
It makes me wonder.
Is this how he feels when he sees me with Jack? Do I look at Jack the way Lugh looks at Maev?
Helpess.
Throat bared.
Hopeless. — Moira Young
The partitions of the houses were so thin we could hear the women occupants of adjoining rooms changing their minds. — Mark Twain
When all else fails, complicate matters. — Aaron Allston
For the first time I realized adults could back themselves into corners so remote that love, or its memory, could no longer reach them. — Kirby Wright