
Top 14 Adhiraj Samyama Quotes
#1. Cancer is the most pernicious, insidious, disgusting disease of life.
Pierce Brosnan
#3. I realized that love is stronger than death and that people you barely know can amaze you.
Wendy Mass
#4. In Trinidad, where as new arrivals we were a disadvantaged community, that excluding idea was a kind of protection; it enabled us - for the time being, and only for the time being - to live in our own way and according to our own rules, to live in our own fading India.
V.S. Naipaul
#5. The computers were index-linked to the Galactic stock-market prices, you see, so that we'd all be revived when everybody else had rebuilt the economy enough to afford our rather expensive services.
Douglas Adams
#6. That which we do not believe, we cannot adequately say; even though we may repeat the words ever so often.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#7. If you're squeezed for information, / that's when you've got to play it dumb: / You just say you're out there waiting / for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Leonard Cohen
#8. We do all like to get things inside a barb-wire corral. Especially our fellow-men. We love to round them up inside the barb-wire enclosure of FREEDOM, and make 'em work. Work, you free jewel, WORK! shouts the liberator, cracking his whip.
D.H. Lawrence
#9. It is a tragicomic fact that our proper upbringing has become an ally of the secret police. ( ... ) The "Tell the truth!" imperative drummed into us so automatically that we feel ashamed of lying even to a secret policeman.
Milan Kundera
#10. no matter how intelligent, perceptive and gifted you were, no matter how entirely you lived for the ascetic rewards of the intellect and eschewed the material world and the ignobility of the flesh, if your heart just gave out . . . That
Iain M. Banks
#11. To be completely stripped bare of any image power or my hair. To step onstage and get the response that I got blew any problems I had about self-image out the door.
Melissa Etheridge
#13. In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.
Gabriela Mistral
#14. The fear of old age disturbs us, yet we are not certain of becoming old.
Jean De La Bruyere
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