Ostentatious Quotes

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do-your-damnedest-in-an-ostentatious-manner-all-the-time
the-people-seemed-nearly-ostentatious-about-minding-their-own-business-robert-jordan
moderation-is-ostentatious-proof-our-strength-character-francois-de-la-rochefoucauld
i-dont-use-big-words-to-show-off-because-its-ostentatious-don-roff
the-consumers-side-coffin-lid-is-never-ostentatious-stanislaw-jerzy-lec
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as-far-as-im-concerned-i-prefer-silent-vice-to-ostentatious-virtue
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i-built-my-work-from-within-instead-satisfying-demand-for-sexualised-ostentatious-clothing
the-man-who-is-ostentatious-his-modesty-is-twin-to-statue-that-wears-figleaf-mark-twain
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i-think-that-given-that-some-people-feel-embarrassed-by-it-it-isnt-too-difficult-to-breastfeed-baby-in-way-thats-not-openly-ostentatious
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sentimentality-ostentatious-parading-excessive-spurious-emotion-is-mark-dishonesty-inability-to-feel-james-a-baldwin
i-do-not-play-games-but-always-just-say-whats-on-my-mind-ostentatious-modesty-for-fools-if-man-afraid-your-honesty-it-means-that-he-is-not-one-you-mila-kunis
whoever-wishes-to-attain-english-style-familiar-but-not-coarse-elegant-but-not-ostentatious-must-give-his-days-nights-to-volumes-addison-samuel-johnson
go-over-over-your-beads-paint-weird-designs-on-your-forehead-wear-your-hear-matted-long-ostentatious-but-when-deep-inside-you-there-is-loaded-gun-kabir
the-extravagant-ostentatious-lifestyles-that-pass-for-charisma-in-time-when-almost-anybody-talks-about-charisma-but-if-you-think-about-it-theres-lester-bangs
there-are-a-lot-of-big-spec-houses-now-all-across-connecticut-a-lot-of-ostentatious-showing-of-wealth
the-artistic-taste-catholic-priests-is-appalling-i-am-most-anxious-to-have-catholic-church-in-which-everything-is-genuine-good-not-tawdry-ostentatious
a-lot-parts-la-are-interchangeable-with-suburbs-in-joburg-very-big-ostentatious-houses-with-palm-trees-lawns-lawns-are-important-never-neill-blomkamp
theres-nothing-worse-than-ostentatious-shot-or-some-lighting-that-draws-attention-to-itself-you-might-go-oh-wow-thats-spectacular-or-that-spectacular-shot-big-crane-move-somethin
That was our first home. Before I felt like an island in an ocean, before Calcutta, before everything that followed. You know it wasn't a home at first but just a shell. Nothing ostentatious but just a rented two-room affair, an unneeded corridor that ran alongside them, second hand cane furniture, cheap crockery, two leaking faucets, a dysfunctional doorbell, and a flight of stairs that led to, but ended just before the roof (one of the many idiosyncrasies of the house), secured by a sixteen garrison lock, and a balcony into which a mango tree's branch had strayed. The house was in a building at least a hundred years old and looked out on a street and a tenement block across it. The colony, if you were to call it a colony, had no name. The house itself was seedy, decrepit, as though a safe-keeper of secrets and scandals. It had many entries and exits and it was possible to get lost in it. And in a particularly inspired stroke of whimsy architectural genius, it was almost invisible from the main road like H.G. Wells' 'Magic Shop'. As a result, we had great difficulty when we had to explain our address to people back home. It went somewhat like this, '... take the second one from the main road... and then right after turning left from Dhakeshwari, you will see a bird shop (unspecific like that, for it had no name either)... walk straight in and take the stairs at the end to go to the first floor, that's where we dwell... but don't press the bell, knock... and don't walk too close to the cages unless you want bird-hickeys... '' ('Left from Dhakeshwari')

Kunal Sen
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I emphasise it now; I had little-to-nothing in common with other people. Their values I did not comprehend, their ideals were to me a living horror. Call it ostentatious but I even sought to provide tangible proof of my withdrawal from the world. I posted a sign in the entrance to the building wherein I dwelt; a sign that indicated I had no wish to be disturbed by anyone, for any purpose whatsoever. As these convictions took hold of me and, as I denied, nay even repudiated, the hold that the current society of men possesses over its ranks, as I retreated into a hermitage of the imagination, disentangling my own concerns from those paramount to the age in which I happened to be born, an age with no claim to be more enlightened, significant or progressive than any other, I tried to make a stand for the spirit. Tyranny, in this land, I was told, was dead. But I contend that the replacement of one form of tyranny with another is still tyranny. The secret police now operate not via the use of brute force in dark underground cells; they operate instead by a process of open brainwashing that is impossible to avoid altogether. The torture cells are not secret; they are everywhere, and so ubiquitous that they are no longer seen for what they are. One may abandon television; one may abandon all forms of broadcast media, even the Internet, but the advertising hoardings in every street, on vehicles, inside transport centres, are still there. And they contain the same messages. Only the very rich can avoid their clutches utterly. Those who have obtained sufficient wealth may choose their own surroundings, free from the propaganda of a decayed futurity. And yet, and yet, in order to obtain such a position of freedom it is first necessary to have served the ideals of the tyranny slavishly, thereby validating it. ("The Tower")

Mark Samuels
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I am an urchin, standing in the cold, elbowed aside by the glossy rich visitors in their fur coats and ostentatious jewellery, being fussed into the hotel by pompous-looking doormen. 'No problem. I'd better get home, actually Mr - Gustav. A drink is very tempting, but maybe not such a good idea after all.' I pat my pockets. 'And I'm skint.' 'Pavements not paved with gold yet, eh?' He moves on along the facade of the grand hotel to the corner, and waits. He's staring not back at me but down St James Street. I wage a little war with myself. He's a stranger, remember. The newspaper headlines, exaggerated by the time they reach the office of Jake's local rag: Country girl from the sticks raped and murdered in London by suave conman. Even Poppy would be wagging her metaphorical finger at me by now. Blaming herself for not being there, looking out for me. But we're out in public here. Lots of people around us. He's charming. He's incredibly attractive. He's got a lovely deep, well spoken voice. And he's an entrepreneur who must be bloody rich if he owns more than one house. What the hell else am I going to do with myself when everyone else is out having fun? One thing I won't tell him is that my pockets might be empty, but my bank account is full. 'One drink. Then I must get back.' He doesn't answer or protest, but with a courtly bow he crooks his elbow and escorts me down St James. We turn right and into the far more subtle splendour of Dukes Hotel. 'Dress code?' I ask nervously, wiping my feet obediently on the huge but welcoming doormat and drifting ahead of him into the smart interior where domed and glassed corridors lead here and there. The foyer smells of mulled wine and candles and entices you to succumb to its perfumed embrace.

Primula Bond
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