Ibnou Batouta Quotes & Sayings

And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton

I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin ... If we'd had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good. — Sara Zarr

I shook my head at all the things that can happen to break a man as he grows up and away from the pure potential of infancy, all the things that had fractured inside me. And I prayed silently that this infant, born into chaos, might meet with kindness, experience joy and find passion in life. Every one of us ought to be able to count on that much. (308) — Keith Ablow

From h his fullness we have all received, i grace upon grace. [4] 17For j the law was given through Moses; k grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. 18. l No one has ever seen God; m the only God, [5] who is at the Father's side, [6] n he has made him known. — Anonymous

I'm about as monolingual as you come, but nevertheless, I have a variety of different languages at my command, different styles, different ways of talking, which do involve different parameter settings. — Noam Chomsky

The internal psychological pressure to make up a story, to explain the ruins before one's eyes, is powerful indeed. — Michael Crichton

Now you must excuse your Raja for he must suffer to give audience to the prince of Punt, a pompous old fool, who believes that his frequent flatulencies are the echoes of the Gods applauding his non sequiturs. — Piers Anthony

I have often wondered what was the source of her beauty, her radiance. It's not the size of one's nose, the color of one's skin, the shape of one's lips or eyes that make one beautiful or ugly. So what is it? Can you, as a woman, tell me?
I shook my head.
I will tell you: It's love. Love makes us beautiful. Do you know a single person who loves and is loved, who is loved unconditionally and who, at the same time, is ugly? There's no need to ponder the question. There is no such person. — Jan-Philipp Sendker

Do not be afraid to be the voice of the voiceless. — Abigal Muchecheti