Abdelgadir Salim Quotes & Sayings

Saints rarely have friends; they are usually hated and derided, for they love and love is always rejected by hard-hearted men ... saints do not advertise themselves; good men do not seek out a name in the world ... the saints did what they did almost in stealth, asking nothing except that men love God. — Taylor Caldwell

Remember, 20 percent of women have inferiority complexes, 70 percent have illusions. — Elsa Schiaparelli

Fang: When do I get out of here?
Max: They say a week.
Fang: So, like, tomorrow?
Max: That's what I'm thinking. — James Patterson

I need a distraction. — Colleen Hoover

I am opposed to the military use of animals. I am also opposed to the military use of men. — B.F. Skinner

Sometimes you can just not spend that much money or do a minor change with color on a certain room, and it just can open up and brings people a lot of joy. They can go from hating a room or hating a house to loving it. — Katherine LaNasa

I'm from Maine. I eat apple pie for breakfast. — Rachel Nichols

In the bazaar today I noticed a shopkeeper sitting cross-legged on the platform of his shop making up his ledger. A common sight - but there was something wrong, I could not at first see what. Then I understood: what was his heavy ledge resting on? It was lying open before him, on his stomach, but unsupported by his free hand, not resting against his knees. What on earth was propping it up?
The problem teased my mind so much that I had to retrace my steps for another look. There he was, comfortably scribbling away in the large ledger, which was standing up, apparently unsupported, in his lap. Then, as I stared, he closed it, and got to his feet - and the mystery was explained. He had elephantiasis of the scrotum, and had been utilising this huge football of tissue as a book-rest. — J.R. Ackerley

To have time for what is valuable, you have to stop giving time to what isn't. — Robert Holden

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary. — H.L. Mencken

I am getting old, Russell. Gone are the days when I could scramble about on the moors all day and curl up happily at night with a thin blanket and a stone for a pillow. Three nights on floorboards and one night without sleep following three days at strenuous labour make me aware that I am no longer a callow youth. — Laurie R. King