Rahavar Quotes & Sayings

If a pitcher sees you fiddling with the bat, he'll stall until your arms are tired before you even get a chance to hit. — Paul Waner

It's a different kind of economic recovery. The kind where bankers steal trillions and you don't have a job. — Alex Jones

Heimat. The word mean home in German, the place where one was born. But the term also conveys a subtler nuance, a certain tenderness. One's Heimat is not merely a matter of geography; it is where one's heart lies. — Jenna Blum

If we own the story then we can write the ending. — Brene Brown

Indian films are always very passionate and romantic, and so long as the scene is done well aesthetically, I have no qualms doing it. — Shilpa Shetty

The total number of minds in the universe is one. — Erwin Schrodinger

Maybe the kid brought it with him." "And maybe I shit cupcakes. — Bill Cameron

Listen to me, Ember. I couldn't hurt you. I can't." Hayden settled his eyes on me. They were softer than I'd ever seen. "I love you - I've loved you since the first time I saw you. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Urbanization, the industrialization of food systems, and the building of highways may have contributed to GDP over the short term, but they have created societal vulnerability over the longer term. In a world of Peak Oil, scarce fresh water, unstable currencies, changing climate, and declining trade, true "development" may require implementation of policies at odds with - sometimes the very reverse of - those of recent decades. — Richard Heinberg

I've seen a lot of LA and I think it's also a place of secrets: secret houses, secret lives, secret pleasures. And no one is looking to the outside for verification that what they're doing is all right. — Victoria Tennant

There would be people answering to names they did not deserve. It would hurt to say their names. I would head upstairs and crack the seal on a jar of tomorrow's water, next week's water, next year's thin, sweet water
going as far ahead into the future as I could, until the water was barely there, clear and weak and airy
and I would commence a fine, hard drinking spell, until this whole day, and the days before it, and then the people in those days and myself entirely, and my hard, dead name turned into a slick wire that pulled farther and farther away from me, slipping finally from view as I filled myself, as I took in enough water to make myself forever new to the small world that held me. — Ben Marcus