Bakoroba Diabat Quotes & Sayings

I've been coming to Notre Dame since 1957. This place, this campus, is the closest thing there is to perfection. — John Grant

A sign that your good deed has been accepted is that you do more good deeds after it. — Ibn Rajab

You pray for yourself and just ask God to give you strength. — Benjamin Carson

A wise woman has already a rite
Where she knows right from left.
She usually writes when she's right
And always leaves before she's left. — Ana Claudia Antunes

We think of "enemies" as these units of destruction on the other side of the line, hell-bent on destroying us. And, just like when the battle had begun outside the walls of Warrenville and I thought about the men in the tank and their families, it always hits the hardest when you realize your enemies have lives, too. — Ernie Lindsey

You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you can get out of people and then you just throw them aside. Not only that but you're silly about it. It never occurs to you that life is serious and that there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time. — Jack Kerouac

I am such a sap when it comes to love! I believe in love at first sight all the way. But that's just the way it happened to me with my relationships. I love the idea of two people looking at each other and electricity flying around them; it's so romantic, and it's a great feeling. — Kim Barnouin

You can't be stuck if you're not trying to get anywhere. Which, to me, means that when you stop fighting with the way things are, magic happens. You relax, open, and any action you take comes from alignment with what's true. — Geneen Roth

Fog spilled from the heights of San Francisco like the liquid it almost was. On better days it spread across the bay and took over Oakland street by street, a thing you saw coming, a change you watched happening to you, a season on the move. Where it encountered redwoods, the most local of rains fell. Where it found open space, its weightless pale passage seemed both endless and like the end of all things. It was a temporary sadness, the more beautiful for being sad, the more precious for being temporary. It was the slow song in minor that the rock-and-roll sun then chased away. — Jonathan Franzen

Like Hillary Clinton, I, too, have traveled hundreds of thousands of miles around the globe. But unlike Mrs. Clinton, I know that flying is an activity, not an accomplishment. — Carly Fiorina

Rod has such a wicked sense of humour. I loved him very much. — Rachel Hunter