Cabir Bin Quotes & Sayings

Did you know you snore in your sleep? You do this little gurgling, whining thing. Scared the shit out of me at first. I couldn't tell if you were drowning or whistling at me. I started to stick a wad of napkins in your mouth. — Loni Flowers

The reality of forever reminds us to prioritize eternity in our hopes for our children. But before we extend an eternal perspective to others, we must be hoping in Christ. Too often, my hope is in my ever-changing circumstances. I say things like, "I really need the baby to take his nap this morning," which is a fine thing to say and a fine thing to look forward to. But if, come lunchtime, the nap hasn't happened, and I'm so emotionally wasted by it that it ruins my afternoon, then I've probably put more faith in that nap than in the never-changing circumstances of the gospel. — Gloria Furman

Two dads have sent me letters that said my books changed their daughters' lives. I send them packages with T-shirts and posters because, come on ... that's the coolest. — Simone Elkeles

Fire is a good companion for the mind ... — May Sarton

I lied!' I spat my whisper at him. 'I knew you read my journal. I knew you read my dreams. I wrote there what I thought would hurt you most! I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!' I took a breath. 'He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us! — Robin Hobb

If you could bottle it, everyone would have one! — Cher

You're getting rid of the things that people used to think were essential to art. But that reduction is only incidental. I object to the whole reduction idea ... if my work is reductionist it's because it doesn't have the elements that people thought should be there. But it has other elements I like. — Donald Judd

Some sinister secret lat buried in the heart of the graveyard ! — Rajib Mukherjee

This afternoon, burn down the house. Tomorrow, pour critical water upon the simmering coals. Time enough to think and cut and rewrite tomorrow. But today-explode-fly-apart-disintegrate! The other six or seven drafts are going to be pure torture. So why not enjoy the first draft, in the hope that your joy will seek and find others in the world who, by reading your story, will catch fire, too? — Ray Bradbury