Ariffin Mohamad Quotes & Sayings

God has not promised to bless my thoughts, but He has promised to bless His Word. — Billy Graham

No one really gets rich doing this. A couple people do, Black Sabbath does. We don't sell any records anymore. — Thurston Moore

Why don't you come with me to the station? We can talk, and I'll treat you to a bad cup of coffee."
"You make it sound pretty tempting. — Lisa Kessler

You need to find your gift, something you love doing — Sunday Adelaja

Unemployment is considered an evil today, but it would not be if it were supported by a social dividend and spread out over the economy. What if everyone worked 20 percent less, instead of 20 percent of the people working not at all? This economic circumstance coincides with a shift in consciousness as more and more of us reject the conventional notion of work - the division of life into two exclusive zones, work and leisure. — Anonymous

She sat silent, and the world lay like a sunlit valley at their feet. — Edith Wharton

You're an assignment, not an assignation. Soon as I get your pretty boy ass through the Wilderness and deliver you to the Outpost, you're no more than a stain to spit-shine off my boots. — Rie Warren

I'm all for stage diving, but just don't step on my pedals — Kurt Cobain

He gave out a big yawn while he said that. Which is something that gives me a royal pain in the ass. I mean if somebody yawns right while they're asking you to do them a goddamn favor. — J.D. Salinger

Ellen was in her late thirties, plump, her face unblemished still. It was as though whatever marks being in the world had left upon it up to the time the aunt vanished had been removed from between the skeleton and the skin, between the sum of experience and the envelope in which it resides, by intervening years of annealing and untroubled flesh. — William Faulkner

Because I'm a democrat! The will of the people is sovereign. — David Cameron

When I touch her, my fingers don't question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love. — Jeanette Winterson