Selvaraghavan Quotes & Sayings

Millennials, instead of a danger, are really a reflection of the society in which they grew up in, and in which all of us now live. — Crystal Kadakia

That which is large enough for the rich to covet," said Wayne, drawing up his head, "is large enough for the poor to defend. — G.K. Chesterton

Maybe all you need to do is find the heartbeat in everything. And if writing is living, the discovery of the beat of a heart, then when you read me, you are living by my side. — Meia Geddes

There is an universal tendency among mankind to conceive all beings like themselves, and to transfer to every object, those qualities, with which they are familiarly acquainted, and of which they are intimately conscious. We find human faces in the moon, armies in the clouds; and by a natural propensity, if not corrected by experience and reflection, ascribe malice or good-will to every thing, that hurts or pleases us. — David Hume

To the student I would say, Life is principally multiple choice, but at the end there's a tough essay question. — Robert Breault

I'd come to respect the bag. — Rick Riordan

It was a few seconds before Cinder found her voice and she had to grip the door frame to keep standing.
"Thorne?"
His head jerked around. "Cinder?"
"Wh - what are you - how? Where have you been? What's going on? Why are you wearing that stupid bandanna?"
He laughed. Gripping a wooden cane, he stumbled toward her, waving one hand until it landed on her shoulder. Then he was hugging her, suffocating her against his chest. "I missed you too."
"You jerk," she hissed, even as she returned the hug. "We thought you were dead!"
"Oh, please. It'd take a lot more than a satellite plummeting to Earth to kill me. Although, admittedly, Cress may have saved us that time. — Marissa Meyer

True love never forces. — William Paul Young

Football isn't who we are, it doesn't necessarily define us. It's part of our life and it always will be, but football won't define us. Excellence does. — Eric Dickerson

Everyone Except Willie, so now why — Peter Melman

Holy things and holy places, out of mind under the cauterizing brilliance of the summer son, reared up now as the winter sun struck from the south, casting shadows coldly upon the avenues where the people followed and went in, wearing winter hearts on their sleeves for the plucking. — William Gaddis

Nothing is the speed limit of thought. — Henri Michaux