Zawieja I Beznadzieja Quotes & Sayings

Joe Budden TV is life through the eyes of Joe Budden. You've gotta go check it out - it's pretty fun. — Joe Budden

It's not a meritocracy until everyone starts with the same opportunities, is it? — Laura Wade

But Calvin is no kind and loving god! He's one of the old gods! He demands sacrifice! — Bill Watterson

You should be able to use your intellect and not to be dominated by your intellect. — Nirmala Srivastava

I don't have famous neighbours and if I did, I'd avoid them. I don't live the jet-set. — Vanessa Paradis

I've never gone for having a great voice, for cultivating one. I'm still not doing it now. — Bob Dylan

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb. — Thomas Campbell

The first condition of success in magick is purity of purpose. — Aleister Crowley

I don't keep a diary and I throw away nearly all the paper I might have kept. I don't keep an archive. There's something worrying about my make-up that I try to leave no trace of myself apart from my plays. — Tom Stoppard

At some point, economists must study the Business Family Wedding Gift Economy. It is an extraordinary, closed bubble. What happens is this: a woman marries into a conservative Indian business family. She may well be energetic and bright, but there's no place for her at work, nor can she work elsewhere. So, instead, she's urged to 'take up something'. Scented candles, usually. Sometimes kurta design. Or necklaces, or faux-Rajasthani coffee tables. She then becomes a 'success', because every other woman in the family buys her candles as wedding presents, at hideously inflated prices. In return, she buys their kurtas as wedding presents. Eventually, everyone is buying everyone else's hideous creations at hideously high prices, and nobody can ever tell anyone else their stuff sucks, and that nobody really likes the smell of lavender anyway. The most amazing thing is, this is not a very different economy from the one their husbands are in. — Mihir S. Sharma

The history of man for the nine months preceding his birth would, probably, be far more interesting and contain events of greater moment than all the three score and ten years that follow it. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air. — Becca Fitzpatrick