Hazrat Abu Bakr Siddiq Quotes & Sayings

If you're rude for television's sake, it ain't reality TV. — Pete Waterman

Art is mightier than knowledge, for it wants life, and knowledge attains as its ultimate end only - annihilation. — Friedrich Nietzsche

...sometimes you had an awful, horrible, rotten day and you were sure that nothing was ever going to be right again. But then you had a good sleep and the next morning your Twinkies tasted creamier than ever and everything was okay or at least not as bad as you thought. — Kate Beasley

If more men would see a story of what it was like to be pregnant, and how it felt to be in a place where you had to make a decision about whether to keep a pregnancy, maybe they would feel differently about women's health care. — Reese Witherspoon

I was uncomfortable because I had never been that nude before. I had never shown my legs, and never shown quite that much skin. I always played frigid doctors or the plain sisters who got the guy at the end. What did I know from ladies in caves who ate only meat? And when the outfit came in, I never thought of myself that way. I mean, I always thought of myself as having my father's chest. I was very self-conscious. — Mariette Hartley

Even in the realm of pure mathematics, the mathematician may use any set of symbols he desires within any given region of space-time; he may even go so far as to maintain that any one set of symbols fits the scheme as well as any other, but to erect this method into a philosophy and confuse independence of any one special meaning with independence of all meaning is unjustified and unwarranted. — Fulton J. Sheen

From the depths of the West of Europe, a young child will be born of poor people, he who by his tongue will seduce a great troop; his fame will increase towards the realm of the East. — Nostradamus

I actually think the creative process is finite, and I'm wondering whether I've retched everything up. Because it's like vomiting or shitting. — Andy Partridge

I was a horrible limo driver: I ran out of gas with passengers in the back and I used to get lost on a regular basis. — John Slattery

Flakes of snow swirled and danced across the porch. The Overlook faced it as it had for nearly three-quarters of a century, its darkened windows now bearded with snow, indifferent to the fact it was now cut off from the world ... Inside its shell the three of them went about their early evening routine, like microbes trapped in the intestine of a monster. — Stephen King

It starts with a craving to fill the long evening downslant. There will be whole wide days of watching winter drag her skirts cross the mud-yard from east to west, going nowhere. You will want to nail down all these wadded handfuls of time, to stick-pin them to the blocking board, frame them on a 24-stitch gauge. Ten to the inch, ten rows to the hour, straggling trellises of days held fast in the acreage of a shawl. Time by this means will be domesticated and cannot run away. (In Knitting Yarns: Writers on Knitting) — Barbara Kingsolver