Shreesham Quotes & Sayings

I will take it all: tongs, molten lead, prongs, garrotes, all that burns, all that tears, I want to truly suffer. Better one hundred bites, better the whip, vitriol, than this suffering in the head, this ghost of suffering which grazes and caresses and never hurts enough. — Jean-Paul Sartre

You can tell all you need to about a society from how it treats animals and beaches. — Frank Deford

Me and Jesus got our own thing going on. We don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about. — Tom T. Hall

The idea that government can instruct private enterprise on how to eliminate waste is preposterous. — James Cook

An armed man need not fight. — Robert A. Heinlein

I don't want to be wondering about how skinny I am, wondering what I'm going to eat because I don't want to gain and I want to look hot and young, always and forever. — Heidi Klum

Master Chuang Tzu says the spring insect knows nothing of the winter! We can also say suspicion knows nothing of the peace of mind! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The funny thing is the songs that people think are about me probably aren't. And the songs that are probably are the ones they wouldn't think ... so that's where it kind of is funny. — LeAnn Rimes

I don't have a choice but to want to do this, Lola. I'm in love with you. — Christina Lauren

There seemed to be a limitless number of objects in the world that had no practical use but that people wanted to preserve: cell phones with their delicate buttons, iPads, Tyler's Nintendo console, a selection of laptops. There were a number of impractical shoes, stilettos mostly, beautiful and strange. There were three car engines in a row, cleaned and polished, a motorcycle composed mostly of gleaming chrome. Traders brought things for Clark sometimes, objects of no real value that they knew he would like: magazines and newspapers, a stamp collection, coins. There were the passports or the driver's licenses or sometimes the credit cards of people who had lived at the airport and then died. Clark kept impeccable records. — Emily St. John Mandel

I soon forgot storm in music. — Charlotte Bronte