Jibreel Abdulcader Quotes & Sayings

To be a true poet is to become God. — Dan Simmons

In this chapter, we've seen that what looks like a "character problem" is often correctible when you change the environment. The — Chip Heath

Man is a strange being. He always has a feeling somewhere in his heart that whatever the danger he will pull through. It's just like when on a rainy day you imagine the faint rays of the sun shining on a distant hill. — Shusaku Endo

It's OK to be confused. Confusion is the route to all the clarity in the world. — Shahrukh Khan

I remember I once went to a nutritionist who said I come from good Russian-Jewish peasant stock, which means I can hold a potato in my body for a week, if need be. — Jennifer Jason Leigh

The art of happiness is being content with what you have,' she would say, looking with apparent satisfaction out of the dusty windows at the garden, yellowing like an uncut hayfield in the October sunshine. — Philippa Gregory

Others' Notions may make you 'Good' but your own notions will make you "Great. — Rajesh Walecha

If life wanted to hand me lemons
I was not only going to make lemonade,
but I'd use the zest for cookies,
plant seeds for future fruit and turn the rind into compost to grow flowers, all the while giving thanks for lemons. — Bridgette Mongeon

Every morning I wake up with a purpose and a smirk — Regina Spektor

Her eyes, always sad, now looked into the mirror with particular hopelessness. "She's flattering me," thought the princess, and she turned away and went on reading. Julie, however, was not flattering her friend: indeed, the princess's eyes, large, deep, and luminous (sometimes it was as if rays of light came from them in sheaves), were so beautiful that very often, despite the unattractiveness of the whole face, those eyes were more attractive than beauty. But the princess had never seen the good expression of thise eyes, the expression they had in moments when she was not thinking of herself. As with all people, the moment she looked in the mirror, her face assumed a strained, unnatural, bad expression. — Leo Tolstoy