After all, our Killers are our ...Brothers!!??

Our nation is like a tree of which the original trunk is swarajya and the branches are swadeshi and boycott.

Swaraj is my birthright, and I shall have it!

It may be providence's will that the cause I represent may prosper more by my suffering than by my remaining free.

If we trace the history of any nation backwards into the past, we come at last to a period of myths and traditions which eventually fade away into impenetrable darkness.

The geologist takes up the history of the earth at the point where the archaeologist leaves it, and carries it further back into remote antiquity.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Powerful people have no regrets.

You've got nothing to be worried about, " he whispers slowly, his breath hot against my cheek, "because, baby, I'm all yours.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

I come from one of these hideous backgrounds where being sincere is like - ugh, you might as well kill yourself.

Silence is the adornment of the wise, and for the foolish the only dignity possible.

Good to be merie and wise.

I understand what my brand is. My brand is not my information. My brand is me and what I say is secondary to who I am.

It's weird to have to jump in to being married with somebody, but it was really easy.

You just have to decide if you're a Tigger or an Eeyore.