Hajdar Qufaj Quotes & Sayings

Whatever you do, do with great care, great love, and great passion. — Debasish Mridha

You're using me for my hot friends?"
"Are you gay?"
"Nope."
"Then you're useless to me. — Jay McLean

Unlike some men, I had never drunk for boldness or charm or wit; I had used alcohol for precisely what it was, a depressant to check the mental exhilaration produced by extended sobriety. — Frederick Exley

Prior to the internet, the last technology that had any real effect on the way people sat down and talked together was the table — Clay Shirky

Shut up, Nick." She yanked the boa free.
"You were only out to humiliate me."
"Bullshit."
"You used me to get back at Henry."
He rocked back on his heels and his gaze narrowed. "I never used you. I told you not to worry and that I'd take care of you, but you looked at me like I was some kind of rapist and left with Henry. — Rachel Gibson

[ ... ] evidence is now coming out showing that Egypt was colonized by Western people over 15,000 years ago. — Michael Tsarion

Allow me to inquire how man can control his own affairs when he is not only incapable of compiling a plan for some laughably short term such as, say, a thousand years, but cannot even predict what will happen to him tomorrow? — Mikhail Bulgakov

Even your religious friends do not want to hear about God during a medical diagnosis. — Doug Stanhope

I give you bitter pills, in a sugar coating. The pills are harmless - the poison's in the sugar — James St. James

Laziness, I am afraid, was Charles's distinguishing trait. — John Fowles

There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half restored. For the white hair and moustache were changed to dark irongrey. The cheeks were fuller,
and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath. The mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran down over the chin and neck. Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion. — Bram Stoker

The goal of theology is the worship of God. The posture of theology is on one's knees. The mode of theology is repentance. — Sinclair B. Ferguson

When you look at the clouds they are not symmetrical. They do not form fours and they do not come along in cubes, but you know at once that they are not a mess. [...] They are wiggly but in a way, orderly, although it is difficult for us to describe that kind of order. Now, take a look at yourselves. You are all wiggly. [...] We are just like clouds, rocks and stars. Look at the way the stars are arranged. Do you criticize the way the stars are arranged? — Alan W. Watts