Abdul Razak Quotes & Sayings

Every civilization when it loses its inner vision
and its cleaner energy, falls into a new sort of sordidness,
more vast and more stupendous than the old savage sort.
An Augean stable of metallic filth. — D.H. Lawrence

Writers spend all their time preoccupied with just the things that their fellow men and women spend their time trying to avoid thinking about ... It takes great courage to look where you have to look, which is in yourself, in your experience, in your relationship with fellow beings, your relationship to the earth, to the spirit or to the first cause - to look at them and make something of them. — Harry Crews

I mean I'm talking about playing games, about imagining other people, and it's part of the way that it helps you actually see the world. — Simon McBurney

Tyranny over the mind is the most complete and most brutal type of tyranny; every other tyranny begins and ends with it. — Milovan Djilas

I felt today when the night melted away into a flowering bush and the wind smelled of strawberries and without love one is only a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it and one might as well die — Erich Maria Remarque

California is now a valuable touchstone to the country, a warning of what not to do. Rarely has a single generation inherited so much natural wealth and bounty from the investment and hard work of those more noble now resting in our cemeteries-and squandered that gift within a generation. — Victor Davis Hanson

I've got blisters and muscle cramps in places not meant for the touch of anything but a beautiful woman," Max spat back sullenly. "I've bitten my tongue so many times in the past three days that I whistle in musical chords when I exhale. And the smell isn't ever going to come out of my armor, I just know it. — Jim Butcher

Nothing appeals to intellectuals more than the feeling that they represent 'the people'. Nothing, as a rule, is further from the truth — Paul Johnson

There are three things a man must do before his life is done; Write two lines in APL, And make the buggers run. — Stan Kelly-Bootle

The sun was high, midday, and I knew we had to be getting close to the point where Kaden and I would leave the caravan. Whatever landscape we passed, I saw none of it. My insides were raw - shredded from one end to the other by someone who I had thought loved me. Yes, it was the longest twelve miles of my life. Orrin, — Mary E. Pearson