Anjail Mullins Quotes & Sayings

Terrorism: deadly violence against humans and other living things, usually conducted by government against its own people. — Edward Abbey

Nothing is too late. It is only too late when you've completely given up. — Abdulazeez Henry Musa

Reason shows itself in all occurrences of life; whereas the brute makes no discovery of such a talent, but in what immediately regards his own preservation or the continuance of his species. — Joseph Addison

I don't think I'm going to let you wear knickers again this week." The man was lethal. This was all a big game to him, and he was a world-class player. — Kitty French

We need not fear that in seeking God only we may narrow our lives or restrict the motions of our expanding hearts. The opposite is true. We can well afford to make God our All, to concentrate, to sacrifice the many for the One. — A.W. Tozer

Then he continues his rant,saying, "And even if I didn't know them, I know their type."
"And what type is that?" she asks,leaning foward in her chair,yearning for confirmation that he gets it,that they are like-minded in their observations of others and the circumspect way they view the world.
"Oh,let's see," he says,rubbing his jaw. "Superficial.Artificial.Sheep.
They're more worried about how they come across to others than who they really are.They exhaust themselves in their pursuit of things that don't really matter. — Emily Giffin

When she spoke, the words were rote, taught to her by her captors, dead and empty, and forced. But her voice was rough, like silk torn by sharp diamonds, and I believed, truly, that she wanted nothing more than to disappear into the Tower and never emerge again.
"Please, Saint Sigrid, take me in from the storm and teach me to steer through darkness, for I am lost, and I cannot see the shore."
I did not move for a long moment. Then, slowly, I reached out my hand to her and whispered, "Come, Lady, I will cut your hair for you."
Her hand slipped into mine, hard and cool. — Catherynne M Valente

Architecture is art, nothing else. — Philip Johnson

When a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning. — Saib Tabrizi