Abdul Rauf Yazdani Quotes & Sayings

As soon as he thinks about the record, he's finished. The secret is to put it out of your mind. — Just Fontaine

I have learned that much of my spiritual progress does not come directly from God, but through my ability to humble myself and hear Him speak through imperfect people. — Francis Frangipane

Our choice of a reform framework dictated that we looked at the fundamental assumptions that had driven Nigeria's economy, society and policy hitherto and to seek ways of either abandoning or transcending those assumptions and their supporting institutions. — Ibrahim Babangida

I've always developed all my own pieces, and they're time-consumers. — Kathryn Bigelow

Look up the word role in the dictionary and you'll see it means playing a part. That's why I call myself a real model. — Shaquille O'Neal

like candy thunder. Oh, — Anthony Burgess

She was about forty: In her youth She had been a Beauty; But her charms had been upon that large scale which can but ill sustain the shock of years: However She still possessed some remains of them. — Matthew Gregory Lewis

Full moon calls thee
Shai-hulud shall thou see;
Red the night, dusky sky,
Bloody death didst thou die.
We pray to a moon: she is round
Luck with us will then abound,
What we seek for shall be found
In the land of solid ground. — Frank Herbert

It's always been fun for me to play a variety of parts, and over the years, I've been lucky with the things I've been asked to do. — Diana Quick

Whatever goal you set for yourself, conquer it. — Marcus Hudson

Zen provides a structure that supports our exploring the practice and the teachings for ourselves. — Jean Smith

No matter how brilliant, amusing or intelligent the creek of abstraction, Dadaism, Minimalism and Conceptualism of the 20th century was, it didn't much affect the historical river of figuration. I predict that in 50 years and in 300 years, figurative art will still be strong and important. — Mark Kostabi

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one. — M.F.K. Fisher

Her hair was well brushed that day and sheened darkly in contrast with the lusterless pallor of her neck and arms. She wore the striped tee shirt which in his lone fantasies he especially liked to peel off her twisting torso. The oilcloth was divided into blue and white squares. A smear of honey stained what remained of the butter in its cool crock.
'All right. And the third Real Thing?'
She considered him. A fiery droplet in the wick of her mouth considered him. A three-colored velvet violet, of which she had done an aquarelle on the eve, considered him from its fluted crystal. She said nothing. She licked her spread fingers, still looking at him.
Van, getting no answer, left the balcony. Softly her tower crumbled in the sweet silent sun. — Vladimir Nabokov

I'm just so tired. I'm so, so tired all the time.' A tear slips down her face, all the way down till it drops off her chin, and she doesn't brush its trail away.
And I remember being in that jungle, lost in the darkest, wildest part of it, where fearsome beasts and carnivorous plants lurk between every tree. All I could do was lie down on the wet leaves. Bugs crawled up my legs, and I couldn't care enough to brush them off. — Emery Lord