Santikos Theater Quotes & Sayings

What the hell does this say about India? Appearances are more important than truths. Gossip is more potent than facts. Loyalty is all one way, from the woman to the man. And when society stacks up all the odds against a woman, she'd better not count on the man's support. She has no way out other than to end her own life. And I'm in love with an Indian. I must be crazy. — Shashi Tharoor

Her finger ran against my cheek. "You're beautiful. You're a beautiful, broken kind of monster."
... "You kissed me earlier."
"I did."
"But why?" she asked.
My fingers moved to the back of her neck, and I slowly pulled her closer to me. "Because you're beautiful. You're a beautiful, broken kind of woman. — Brittainy C. Cherry

Memory and hope constantly incite us to the extensions of the self which play so large a part in our daily life. — Josiah Royce

I don't know where my first gold medal is. — Shaun White

Our pictures are fleeting and elusive. In the far future, bits of hard drives may be fossilized in limestone, and discarded iPhones may find themselves encased in amber, hardened like nail polish, but the bits of humanity that these exquisitely crafted machines hold will be lost to time. — Trevor Paglen

No need to read anything into it." "Yeah, right. 'Cept it's your tightest jeans, the ones that'll give you gangrene in your nuts if you're not careful, — J.L. Merrow

...the thing about dieting is that it's really horrible and boring for a longer period of time than feeling pretty in small jeans feels. That's just basic math. — Brittany Gibbons

Mornings, out in the garden, she would, at times, read aloud from one of her many overdue library books. Dew as radiant as angel spit glittered on the petals of Jack's roses. Jack was quite the gardener. Miriam thought she knew why her particularly favored roses. The inside of a rose does not at all correspond with its exterior beauty. If one tears off all the petals of the corolla, all that remains is a sordid-looking tuft. Roses would be right up Jack's alley, all right.
"Here's something for you, Jack," Miriam said. You'll appreciate this. Beckett describes tears as 'liquified brain.'
"God, Miriam," Jack said. "Why are you sharing that with me? Look at this day, it's a beautiful day! Stop pumping out the cesspit! Leave the cesspit alone! — Joy Williams