Matiullah Quotes & Sayings

Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime
With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love. — Lauren Oliver

You are responsible for your life. It doesn't matter what your Mama did. It doesn't matter what your Daddy didn't do. You are responsible for your life. — Oprah Winfrey

I have been criticized throughout the course of my career for placing too much faith in the reliability of children's narratives; but I have almost always found that children are a great deal more reliable in telling us what actually goes on in public school than many of the adult experts who develop policies that shape their destinies. — Jonathan Kozol

It is the image of God reflected in you that so enrages hell; it is this at which the demons hurl their mightiest weapons. — William Gurnall

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me. — Janet Morris

The oft-heard comment that Leonardo [da Vinci]'s genius managed to transcend the culture of his time is amply justified. But his was not a science-fiction voyage into the future as much as a plunge into the past. — Lucio Russo

Every great business is built on friendship. — James Cash Penney

The economy of gift, of art, is fundamentally opposed to the economy of war. — Mary Rose O'Reilley

If you build software, every error message is marketing — Jason Fried

It looks as if I were meant to be alone, and that any hope of happiness is not meant. Am I too old to acquire the knack for happiness? — May Sarton

It is no longer simply the merchant prince, or the aristocratic monopoly, or even the employing class, that is exploiting the world: it is the nation, a new democratic nation composed of united capital and labor. — Howard Zinn

Days to come stand in front of us
like a row of lighted candles
golden, warm, and vivid candles.
Days gone by fall behind us,
a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles;
the nearest are smoking still,
cold, melted, and bent.
I don't want to look at them: their shape saddens me,
and it saddens me to remember their original light.
I look ahead at my lighted candles.
I don't want to turn for fear of seeing, terrified,
how quickly that dark line gets longer,
how quickly the snuffed-out candles proliferate. — Constantine P. Cavafy