Dua E Maghfirat Quotes & Sayings

When I travel, I have almost all of my possessions with me. That's how little I own. — Lady Gaga

SONNET 57
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. — William Shakespeare

Can love be controll'd by advice? — John Gay

Up on the stage people appeared to be dying left right and centre, and for most of the performance I had quite felt like leaping up there and joining them. — Ali McNamara

The soul is the mirror of an indestructible universe. The Monadology. — Gottfried Leibniz

Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that. — Dejan Stojanovic

My hacking was all about becoming the best at circumventing security. So when I was a fugitive, I worked systems administrator jobs to make money. I wasn't stealing money or using other people's credit cards. I was doing a 9-to-5 job. — Kevin Mitnick

Sometimes you have to bend with the breeze or you break. — Steve McQueen

Looking at me, you'd never guess I'd killed three people. It isn't fair. — Iain Banks

Hope elevates, and joy
Brightens his crest. — John Milton

He stood there, looking at her. She glared back, opened her mouth to continue the conversation, but he suddenly turned, walked away, like he'd just remembered that she may look and sound and talk like Valkyrie Cain, but she wasn't Valkyrie Cain.
And she never would be. — Derek Landy

I've succeeded beyond my wildest dreams - financially and the amount of fun I have in my life. — Phil Hartman

Anthropology has always struggled with an intense, fascinated repulsion towards its subject ... [The anthropologist] submits himself to the exotic to confirm his own inner alienation as an urban intellectual. — Susan Sontag