Hitkari Nidhi Quotes

#1. Blessed are those who have nothing to say, and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

Suzanne Woods Fisher

#2. I didn't mind working in the clubs, but I resented it being a club where pimps hang out. Because the music that I create is of a higher intellect than that. It not only encompasses pimps, but whores, ballplayers, executives ... everybody.

Barry White

#3. Time fleeth on,
Youth soon is gone,
Naught earthly may abide;
Life seemeth fast,
But may not last
It runs as runs the time.

Charles Godfrey Leland

#4. An inspiring word for me is to think of myself as limitless.

Rachael Taylor

#5. There is probably nothing wrong with art for art's sake if we take the phrase seriously, and not take it to mean the kind of poetry written in England forty years ago.

Allen Tate

#6. Remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest.

Margaret Atwood

#7. Now, I simply do what I want.

George McGovern

#8. You think angels are gentle," said Julian, "they are anything but. They bring justice in blood and heavenly fire. They take vengeance with fists and iron. Their glory is such it would burn out your eyes if you looked at them. It is a cold and brutal glory.

Cassandra Clare

#9. Fixing your fucked-up life is not government's job.

Adam Carolla

#10. On the road, as in many other aspects of Indian life, Might is Right.

William Dalrymple

#11. As between the intolerable and the merely distasteful, I must choose the latter.

Rex Stout

#12. Young players calculate everything, a requirement of their relative inexperience.

Samuel Reshevsky

#13. For it is easy to criticize and break down the spirit of others, but to know yourself takes a lifetime.

Bruce Lee

#14. Just know, my darling girl, that if I could, I would call you every day of your life just to say "I love you" with nothing else attached to those words. No criticism. No advice. No requests. Just to say I love you.

Diane Chamberlain

#15. He looked over at me. "Indigo," he said. "Cyan". He glanced at the road in front of him, glanced at me. He reached over and ran his fingers down one of the darkest strands in the back, where I'd used a little purple. "Violet.

Jennifer Echols