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Life Moves Pretty Fast: The Lessons We Learned From Eighties Movies
“Daddy's Girl' (from 'Three Men and a Baby'): This song is about the love a daughter feels for her father. Sweet, right? Wrong! Here's the chorus: 'Little baby wanna hold you tight / She don't ever wanna say good night / She's a lover, she wanna be Daddy's Girl.' I love the movie but someone needs to call CPS, stat.”
Humor
Eighties
“If we were to actually walk a mile in the other person’s shoes, there’s a good chance that we’d end up opting to live the rest of our lives walking barefoot.”
Understanding
Companionship
Empathy
Sympathy
Walking
Camaraderie
Barefoot
Friendship Relationships
Life Moves Pretty Fast: The Lessons We Learned From Eighties Movies
“Take My Breath Away (from Top Gun): This song is so good it makes having sex with Tom Cruise seem almost sexy.”
Eighties
Thirteen Reasons Why
“How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown
back in my face?
Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful. Much,
much more painful than the others.”
Loneliness
Suicide
Suicidal Thoughts
Social Withdrawal
Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“From what I just heard, my greatest fault is that I dare to take pride in my work, in knowing I'm excellent at it." The brown paper crumpled tighter in her hands. "How is that snobbery?"
"Of course being excellent at your work and knowing it isn't snobbery. But believing that you are somehow unique in excelling at your work while looking down on what others do- that's the snobbish part. Especially given the life you were born into."
She paled at that. "I'm not going to apologize for the life I was born into. Which, by the way, I have never taken for granted or misused for one moment. Tell me, if I were a man, would you see my confidence in my work and my pride in where I come from as arrogance?"
"This gets better and better. As you pointed out, so disdainfully, I cook for a living. Nurturing people, nourishing them holds incredible meaning to me. You cannot pull the gender-role card on me. Plus, I have a vested interest in you being good at your work. My issue is with how you think it absolves you from treating those around you with consideration and respect. Cooking for a living is something I happen to be incredibly proud of."
"As you should be. You're amazing at it." That of all things made her voice crack. She threw a look of such longing at the two empty bowls on the table that despite his anger, pride swelled inside him.
It was followed by a sense of hypocrisy that he pushed away. "Yes, I am, and I don't appreciate when someone treats me like a servant for doing it.”
Prejudice
Arrogance
Snobbery
Pride In Work
Dj Caine
Trisha And Dj
Trisha Raje
The Sunrise's Commandment
“In ourselves we carry echoes of every good or stupid ideas imparted in us, each in turn bouncing against each other and against us. The important thing is to recognize them for what they are and flush out the stupid ones into the abyss of insignificance where they belong; we are all capable of acting stupid, but the question is are we willing to continue to do so?”
Self Reliance
Self Improvement
Self Help
Self Realization
Behavior
Self Restraint
Responsibility Quotes
Behavioral Change
Conscience And Ethics
“Disappointment overwhelmed him. He sat down on the large rock, feeling more miserable than ever. He thought he would just stay a while and think about things. It was cool and peaceful in the cave and the sweet fragrance was soothing. It was good just to be alone. He wouldn’t tell the others about his discovery; they would only come here and spoil it. This would be his own secret. He suddenly wished that the cave was nearer home, then he could come here often. This could be his secret place, his thinking place. This could be his wishing cave.”
Children S Fantasy
Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“DJ, let Trisha look. She's really good at this doctor thing," Ashna said and Trisha Raje grinned at her as though she had just dropped the deepest curtsy in front of her.
DJ picked up the colander filled with okra and moved to the fryer. "As I've already mentioned, my hands are fine. I hope yours are still worth as much as they were last evening." Definitely a petty bastard.
That made her tilt her head in confusion again. Apparently, you needed no memory at all to get through medical school. Or maybe it was he who needed to have his head examined for remembering every word that had come out of her mouth like some fragile, egotistical half-wit.”
Prideful
Payback
Bastard
Dj Caine
Trisha And Dj
Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“Well, you did walk away from that beautiful creature in the kitchen without so much as a glance, so I don't know about the genius part," the other woman said, and DJ felt his face warm. "You want to go back in there? I'll introduce you. You can celebrate for real."
Both women broke into giggles. DJ almost smiled; maybe he'd overreacted in there a bit.
"No thank you," the good doctor said in that voice of hers. "But thanks for thinking I'm desperate enough to be set up with the hired help."
DJ stepped away from the door, the warmth on his face turning into an angry burn.
The hired help?
He had worked at a Michelin-starred restaurant, for crying out loud. For years. People across Paris knew his name.
Who the bloody hell did this woman think she was? Sometimes he really, truly hated rich people.”
Snob
Hired
Trisha And Dj
Trisha Raje
Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“The good news was that he wasn't sixteen anymore and he had this, his art. His food. And if this dinner continued to go the way it was going, if Mrs. Raje stood by her word and gave DJ the contract for her son's fund-raising dinner next month based on tonight's success... well, then they'd be fine.
Mrs. Raje had been more impressed thus far. Everything from the steamed momos to the dum biryani had turned out just so. The mayor of San Francisco had even asked to speak to DJ after tasting the California blue crab with bitter coconut cream and tucked DJ's card into his wallet.
Only dessert remained, and dessert was DJ's crowning glory, his true love. With sugar he could make love to taste buds, make adult humans sob.
The reason Mina Raje had given him, a foreigner and a newbie, a shot at tonight was his Arabica bean gelato with dark caramel. DJ had created the dessert for her after spending a week researching her. Not just her favorite restaurants, but where she shopped, how she wore her clothes, what made her laugh, even the perfume she wore and how much. The taste buds drew from who you were. How you reacted to taste as a sense was a culmination of how you processed the world, the most primal form of how you interacted with your environment.
It was DJ's greatest strength and weakness, needing to know what exact note of flavor unfurled a person. His need to find that chord and strum it was bone deep.”
Favorites
Chef
Preferences
Dj Caine
Indian Cooking
The Face
“When steel sagged, when clothes grew moth-eaten on haberdashery racks, when cars rusted on showroom floors for want of customers, the film industry nevertheless flourished. In bad times as in good, the only two absolute necessities were food and illusions.”
Illusions
Hollywood
Koontz
Film Industry
The Face
A Square Deal
“It is all-essential to the continuance of our healthy national life that we should recognize this community of interest among our people. The welfare of each of us is dependent fundamentally upon the welfare of all of us, and therefore in public life that man is the best representative of each of us who seeks to do good to each by doing good to all; in other words, whose endeavor it is not to represent any special class and promote merely that class's selfish interests, but to represent all true and honest men of all sections and all classes and to work for their interests by working for our common country.”
Community
Selfishness
Unity
Cooperation
Civics
General Welfare
The Lost Gutenberg: The Astounding Story of One Book's Five-Hundred-Year Odyssey
“Decades later, it's striking to see the archival center clearly articulating the value of collections like Estelle's, using words that no one in the archdiocese could muster at the time of the sale: "The Archival Center," its website says today, "long ago embraced the notion expressed by Lawrence Clark Powell that: 'the collecting of books is...the summum bonum {highest good} of the acquisitive desire, for the reason that books brought together by plan and purposely kept together are a social force to be reckoned with, as long as people have clear eyes and free minds.”
Preservation
Book Collecting
Social Forces
Acquisitiveness
The Woman in White
“Some people call that picturesque' said Sir Percival, pointing over the wide prospect with his half-finished walking-stick. 'I call it a blot on a gentleman's property. In my great-grandfather's time, the lake flowed to this place. Look at it now! It is not four feet deep anywhere, and it is all puddles and pools. I wish I could afford to drain it, and plant it all over. My bailiff (a superstitious idiot) says he is quite sure the lake has a curse on it, like the Dead Sea. What do you think, Fosco? It looks just the place for a murder, doesn't it?'
'My good Percival!' remonstrated the Count. 'What is your solid English sense thinking of? The water is too shallow to hide the body; and there is sand everywhere to print off the murderer's footsteps. It is, upon the whole, the very worst place for a murder that I ever set my eyes on.”
Wilkie Collins
Count Fosco
The Woman In White
Sir Percival Glyde
Love Maker
“You sounded good tonight, Boone.” The honeyed voice sliced through the crowd noise.
He froze, keeping his eyes on the row of shot glasses over the register and his back to the sound. Memories of summer nights, skinny-dipping, Christmases, horseback riding, hot skin on skin, and her sweet lips came rushing back, making his heart stop.”
Second Chance Romance
Cowboy Romance
Lonesome Cowboy Romance
Dead Toad Scrolls
“Can the act of narrative writing alter the writer’s mental alignment and will an honest chronicle and extended effort at seeking answers to a vexatious series of pending personal questions eventually place the author on an even keel? What other motive, good or evil, could possibly cause an essayist to write in such a torrid manner? With each line that I write, I beg to stop. The lines just keep tumbling out. Is there no end to this nightmarish experience of examination and reexamination? Is there no relief in sight to this modest attempt to form my storyline into an intelligible quest? Many days of writing go nowhere; blank pages replicate the blandness of life, whereas other days I sense progress towards an indiscernible and undefinable goal. If I write long enough, what will I finally discover gazing back at me?”
Memoir
Writers On Writing
Writing Process
Writers And Writing
Writers On Thinking
Self Transcendence
Memoir Writing
Writing Memoir
Narrative Writing
Dead Toad Scrolls
“Editing a written text is a collaborative enterprise that commences with the other parties commenting up the author’s initial ideas and it can include technical assistance in correction of grammatical mistakes, misspellings, poorly structured sentences, vague or inconsistent statements, and correcting errors in citations. Editing is as much as an art form as writing a creative piece of literature. A good editor is a trusted person whom instructs the writer to speak plainly and unabashedly informs the writer when they write absolute gibberish. Perhaps the most successful relationship between a writer and an editor is the storied relationship shared by Thomas Wolfe and his renowned editor, Maxwell Perkins. By all accounts, the prodigiously talented and mercurial Wolfe was hypersensitive to criticism. Perkins provided Wolfe with constant reassurance and substantially trimmed the text of his books. Before Perkins commenced line editing and proofreading Wolfe’s bestselling autobiography Look Homeward, Angel,’ the original manuscript exceeded 1,100 pages. In a letter to Maxwell Perkins, Thomas Wolfe declared that his goal when writing “Look Homeward, Angel,” was “to loot my life clean, if possible of every memory which a buried life and the thousand faces of forgotten time could awaken and to weave it into a … densely woven web.” After looting my own dormant memories by delving into the amorphous events that caused me to lose faith in the world and assembling the largely formless mulch into a narrative manuscript of dubious length, I understand why a writer wishes to thank many people for their assistance, advice, and support in publishing a book.”
Editing
Memoir
Writers On Writing
Writing Process
Writing Advice
Acknowledgement
Editor
Memoir Writing
Essayist
Publishing Process
“क्या बताऊँ उसकी तारीफ़ में, चाँद सा मुखड़ा, अदाओं में नखरा, उसका यू मुस्कुरना और
मुस्कुरा के यू शर्माना, कितना अच्छा लगता है, अब क्या बताऊँ मैं, कैसी है मेरी दोस्त,
फूलो से अच्छी उसकी खुशबू है, कलियों से प्यारी उसकी मुस्कान,
कोयल से प्यारी उसकी बोली, अब क्या बताऊँ मैं, कैसी है मेरी दोस्त,
नटखट है पर सबसे प्यारी है मेरी दोस्त, सब से अलग वो तो दिवानी है मेरी दोस्त
हंसती है और मुझको भी खूब हँसाती है, जब कभी मै दुखी हो जाऊँ तो मेरे साथ बैठकर
मुझको खूब समझाती है, मुझे ज़िंदगी जीने का वो सपना दिखाती है, अब क्या बताऊँ मैं, कैसी है मेरी दोस्त
मेरी प्यारी दोस्त।।
Neha Mam You are so cute…
Your talk is different,
Your voice is magic, you are so good that I have No words……”
My Friends
“Dear Negi,
You're a very good girl, you are very special for us, so be near our heart. You are the cloud of rain of my dreams, I want to stay wet……
Listen
I have written a little Poem for you…. Maybe you like
एक पागल दीवानी सी लड़की,
ना किसी से ज्यादा बोलती चुप- चुप सी रहती,
जब भी बस बोलती धीरे -2 बोलती,
मानो बारिश के जैसे ना कोई शोर है उसमें, ना कोई सन्नाटा
बस सागर की तरह वो बहती वो,
तब कोई उस को ना पढ़ पाया, ना कोई उसको समझा,
छोटी -2 आँखें उसकी, ना जाने क्या-क्या कहती,
मेरी प्यारी सी सहेली ना किसी से ज्यादा बोलती, बस चुप- चुप सी रहती
जो शख़्स अक़्सर दिखता, कोई ना कोई उसको कई दर्द देता,
रखता उसको धोखे में जितने पल रूकती वो आकर,
उस पल में सिमटी रहती,
मेरी प्यारी सी सहेली ना किसी से ज्यादा बोलती,
बस चुप- चुप सी रहती,
अब वो गलत किसी का नहीं सुनती
वो लम्हा आ गया अब सहसा उसका मुस्कुराता
और सब के मन को जला देता….
प्यार भरा दिल है उसका
एक मासूम - सी प्यारी - सी लड़की है वो,
ना किसी से ज्यादा बोलती है, बस चुप- चुप सी रहती……
प्यारी-प्यारी आँखें है उसकी अब उन आँखों में मस्ती सी होती है
भोली सी सूरत उसकी हमेशा मेरी नज़रों के आगे है
हमेशा प्यार भरी आंखों से बातें करती है
ऐसी है मेरी प्यारी सी सहेली जो मेरे से बातें करती है
अगर आपको हमारी आज की पोस्ट पसंद आई है तो आप कमेंट करके बता सकते है
आप हमारी पोस्ट अपने दोस्तों से भी शेयर कर सकते है और
शेयर करके अपने दोस्तों को भी इसके बारे में बता सकते है | हम फिर नई कविता लेकर हाज़िर होंगे तब तक के लिए नमस्कार दोस्तों !
आपका दिन मंगलमय हो |
Anu Mehta”
Peoms
My Friend
Dear Negi
Riding Soul-O
“I have been exceptionally good at making bad decisions all my life. Fortunately, bad decisions make great stories. Unfortunately, most of my poor judgments have involved a man. It seems a shameful twist of irony that a woman's history is usually all about men.”
Memoir
Women And Men
Women Empowerment
Womens History
Bad Decisions
“When it turns out that the greatest enemy of truth is not falsehood, but gibberish, it turns out that the greatest intellectual virtue is not deductive brilliance or factual erudition, but common sense. When it turns out that the greatest enemy of decency is not hatred, but arbitrariness, it turns out that the greatest moral virtue is not kindness or mercy, but perseverance. When it turns out that the greatest enemy of good taste is not vulgarity, but ostentation, it turns out that the greatest aesthetic virtue is not elegance or refinement, but moderation. And when it turns out that the greatest enemy of civilization is not barbarity, but infantilism, it turns out that the greatest cultural virtue is not sophistication, but integrity.”
Integrity
Common Sense
Civilization
Virtue
Perseverance
Arbitrariness
Erudition
Sophistication
Gibberish
Infantilism
Before I Fall
“You just don`t know that it is the last time . But I think that`s a good thing , really , because if you did know it would be almost impossible to let go .”
Letting Go Quotes
Last Time
Moving Forward
Moving On And Letting Go
Idk Really
“The best reward one can rejoice for his good deeds is to enjoy the punishment”
Goodness
Punishment Quotes
Deeds Quotes
Reward Quotes
“A good leader's words are his deeds. Be a good a leader.”
Words
Good Deeds
Deeds
Good Leader
Hqm Quotes
Wkm Quotes
Rymm Quotes
Good Leadership
Midsummer's Mayhem
“We walked among the different plants and by using The Book, we did our best to identify them and understand how to use them. Some were easy- spearmint, "for refreshment, strength, and healing," and rosemary, "for remembrance, and the prevention of nightmares." We also found a swathe of sage, which could be used "to cultivate wisdom and intelligence." When I came across a bunch of plants with dark green leaves and tiny white flowers, it took us quite a while to identify it by its drawing in The Book: gotu kola, an herb that could "restore the senses and clear confusion."
"Oh, look at this one," I said. "
Saffron, for success
. I should probably bake with that."
"If only it grew here," said Vik.
Finally, on the bank of a small stream, we found gigantic thyme stems, almost two feet tall and topped with plump clusters of purple flowers. "What's thyme good for?" I asked Vik as I plucked a dozen stems and inhaled their herbaceous scent.
"
Thyme attracts affection, loyalty, and the goodwill of others
," read Vik, "
and can foster strength and courage when needed
.”
Plants
Herbs
Traits Development
Thyme
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