Govinda Quotes

I've wasted a lot of time pretending to be interested in people who weren't terribly interesting.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

Fake relationships and fake people coming up to me and all of a sudden wanting to be my friend.

Civilization is a conspiracy. Modern life is the silent compact of comfortable folk to keep up pretences.

You can't have a conversation with someone who's intimidated by you all the time.

Some people can sometimes really invade your space and kind of never leave you alone.

I get this a lot: 'Oh, can you take a picture with my baby? Can you hold the baby?' I don't want to hold your baby! I'll hold my baby. I don't like holding someone else's baby. I'm serious! You never know what could happen. It's such an awkward position you're put in, and it's like, 'No, sorry.'

There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.

For a year, I had all sorts of weirdos coming on to me.

People talk, talk, but when it's time to fight me, they all wanna hug me.

It gets weird with people wanting to touch my hair and beard boundaries, you know?

I'm not a virtue signaler.

I'm always shocked when people feel threatened by me.

Friendship should be a private pleasure, not a public boast. I loathe those braggarts who are forever trying to invest themselves with importance by calling important people by their first names in or out of print. Such first-naming for effect makes me cringe.

Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.

There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.

She knows the rituals, she knows how we're supposed to be behaving...But I think these things are impenetrable and fraudulent, and I can't do them without feeling I'm acting.

You're never nice to your friends. You're nice to people you don't like!

For the record, knowing when people are only pretending to like you isn't such a great skill to have.

She's perfect, so flawless, I'm not impressed.

By a kind of fashionable discipline, the eye is taught to brighten, the lip to smile, and the whole countenance to emanate with the semblance of friendly welcome, while the bosom is unwarmed by a single spark of genuine kindness and good-will.

In a tavern everybody puts on airs except the landlord.

You live for pretentious metaphors.

But I shall hear without pain, that I play the courtier very ill, and talk of that which I do not well understand.