Czervik Quotes & Sayings

Every road has unexpected curves. We can allow them to interrupt our journey, while wishing they weren't there. Or, we can make adjustments, while all along continuing to move ahead. Ultimately, the choice is ours. — Charles F. Glassman

Superior strength is found in the long run to lie with those who had right on their side. — James Anthony Froude

[Aristotle formal logic thus far (1787)] has not been able to advance a single step, and hence is to all appearances closed and completed. — Immanuel Kant

If you have a very strong will to travel, the road will suddenly appear before you! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong. — Stephenie Meyer

A very good editor is almost a collaborator. — Ken Follett

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else
... When you destroy yourself. — Chuck D

We have not advanced very far in our spiritual lives if we have not encountered the basic paradox of freedom, to the effect that we are most free when we are bound. But not just any way of being bound will suffice; what matters is the character of our binding. The one who would like to be an athlete, but who is unwilling to discipline his body by regular exercise and by abstinence, is not free to excel on the field or the track. His failure to train rigorously and to live abstemiously denies him the freedom to go over the bar at the desired height, or to run with the desired speed and endurance. With one concerted voice the giants of the devotional life apply the same principle to the whole of life with the dictum: Discipline is the price of freedom. — Elton Trueblood

The pleasures of the damned
are limited to brief moments
of happiness:
like eyes in the look of a dog,
like a square of wax,
like a fire taking city hall,
the county,
the continent,
like fire taking the hair
of maidens and monsters;
and hawks buzzing in peach trees,
the sea running between their claws,
Time
drunk and damp,
everything burning,
everything wet,
everything fine. — Charles Bukowski

I remembered the malangs of Shah Jamal, the dirty, shirtless renouncers with ratty beards and dreads and bare chests covered in necklaces of prayer beads, throwing around their arms in Charlie Manson dances and whipping out their old ID cards to say look, I used to be someone and now I'm no one, I'm so lost in Allah that I've thrown away the whole world. Would that qualify them as Sufis? I didin't know how to measure it. Whether the malangs were Sufi saints or just drugged-out bums didn't really matter. The lesson I took from them was that you're never disqualified from loving Allah, never. And I could see again that what I went through was nothing new, not even anything special in the history of Islam, not a clashing of East and West; it was always there. And that made me feel more Muslim than ever, because fuck it all, CNN, this is Islam too. — Michael Muhammad Knight