Shreyas Panhalkar > Shreyas's Quotes

“शेवटी संस्कृती म्हणजे बाजरीची भाकरी... वांग्याचे भरीत...गणपतीबाप्पा मोरया ची मुक्त आरोळी. केळीच्या पानातली भाताची मूद आणि त्यावरचे वरण. उघड्या पायांनी तुडवलेला पंचगंगेचा काठ...मारूतीच्या देवळात एका दमात फोडलेल्या नारळातले उडालेले पाणी...दुस-याचा पाय चूकुन लागल्यावर देखील आपण प्रथम केलेला नमस्कार...दिव्या दिव्यादिपत्कार...आजीने सांगितलेल्या भुतांच्या गोष्टी... मारुतीची न जळणारी आणि वाटेल तेव्हा लहानमोठी होणारी शेपटी...दस-याला वाटायची आपट्याची पाने...पंढरपुरचे धुळ आणि अबिर यांच्या समप्रमाणात मिसळून खाल्लेले डाळे आणि साखरफुटाणे...सिंहगडावर भरुन आलेली छाती आणि दिवंगत आप्त्यांच्या मुठभर अस्थींचा गंगार्पणाच्या वेळी झालेला स्पर्श...कुंभाराच्या चाकावर फिरणा-या गोळ्याला त्याचे पाण्याने भिजलेले नाजुक हात लागून घाटादार मडके घडावे तसा ह्या अद्रूश्य पण भावनेने भिजलेल्या हांतानी हा पिंड घडत असतो.कुणाला देशी मडक्याचा आकार येतो.कुणाला विदेशी कपबशीचा...”
― P.L. Deshpande

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.”
― Alan Moore , Batman: The Killing Joke

“When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes

“My mind," he said, "rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of Four

“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

This was the Captain Samuel Vimes 'Boots' theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”
― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms: The Play

“I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

“To Beatrice-
My love flew like a butterfly
Until death swooped down like a bat
As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:
'That's the end of that”
― Lemony Snicket, The Miserable Mill

“To be enraged with a dumb thing, Captain Ahab, seems blasphemous.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.”
― Scott Neustadter, (500) Days of Summer: The Shooting Script

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“He fell in love with Manhattan's skyline, like a first-time brothel guest falling for a seasoned professional. He mused over her reflections in the black East River at dusk, dawn, or darkest night, and each haloed light-in a tower or strung along the jeweled and sprawling spider legs of the Brooklyn Bridge's spans-hinted at some meaning, which could be understood only when made audible by music and encoded in lyrics.”
― Arthur Phillips, The Song Is You

“Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there – to the edge of the world. There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains you will think of her. ”
― Neil Gaiman