Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy Quotes

All the progress in science can’t be used to build a smell receptor as capable as the one that a true leader possesses—to smell trouble or just something fishy.

A meeting is a collective tacit confession of participants’ unwillingness to work.

When the soul heals, the issues of the body disappear like they never happened.

No great soul, as they say, lives for very long. Because God desperately wants all the great people near him.

Such delicacies are relationships.

A man wants too many things before marriage, but only peace after it.

It was a time when a degree was expected but not much respected.

Knowledge that can make miracles happen needs to be guarded carefully. If it falls into the wrong hands, miracles become disasters in no time.

A breach in trust brings mistrust, followed by a multitude of troubles.

There are a thousand beautiful women out there, but only a handful of them possess the grace required by such beauty to stop it from looking ugly.

Is that the biggest favor your vocal cords have done to anyone this week?

There is no point in housing troubles inside your underwear if you can’t solve them by yourself.

It’s not the obviousness or the complexity of the things that’s deftly deluding mankind. It’s man himself.

I may just be on the outskirts of being okay.

The obvious matters are more imperceptible today.

If you really want to talk to the big boss now, make sure you leave your balls here with me, for he likes no balls on people he is talking to.

The loss of a reliance on others often helpfully forces a more sophisticated rumination that enables the opening of previously unknown avenues.

The problems are here to stay. We need to find a way to deal with them.

There are things in life that science will never be able to see. We have to rely on what has been passed from our ancestors, generation to generation.

You aren’t in the ivy halls of your miserable literature pursuit now. Without wasting more time, will thou cometh to the pointeth? Dost thou wanteth us to stayeth or leaveth?

It’s strange how necessary it is to have problems to be able to prepare for avoiding future disasters.

One needs to pursue some sort of a creative interest in order to keep life from eating us alive.

Sometimes fate just plays a strange scrabble.

A life without sweets is not much worth living.

Psychos are in uniform circulation in society.

I have died every day in my mind with disgust for not being able to protect my own children.

There is no God for sure, else how could one justify terminal diseases in small kids?