Abdur Razzaque Quotes & Sayings

Google can bring you 100,000 answers but a librarian can bring you the right one.
~An Elegy for the Library
by Mahesh Rao — Mahesh Rao

You never begin a new life. It's a mistake to think that you end one part of your life and start another as if there's no continuity. — Rudy Giuliani

He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe. — William Shakespeare

Let everyone who makes garden plans frequently insert the letters C.P. in them as a reminder, the same standing for climate permitting. — Mabel Osgood Wright

I'm not better than anyone else. I'm not supposed to be on a pedestal. I've always stayed away from that. — Barry Sanders

Love brings joy and happiness. Happiness is life's essence. — Debasish Mridha

We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line. — Ronnie James Dio

There was a queen that was overthrown here. So I was affected by all of that and felt profoundly grateful for the opportunity to live in Hawaii, and I set out at once to try to fit in. — Neil Abercrombie

The Old Testament cannot really be understood apart from Jesus Christ, it is true, but neither can Jesus Christ be truly understood apart from the history of Israel. — Michael S. Horton

Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place, where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing, moving, thinking, speaking, but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something, just enough for it to turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up, I'll never know, which is perhaps merely the inside of my distant skull where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess, or straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet, my back, and ever murmuring my old stories, my old story, as if it were the first time. — Samuel Beckett