Mergulho Na Quotes & Sayings

It is not doubt,is certitude that drives you mad. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I 'd never seen him cry; I didn't think he could . It would have to take something greater than the end of the world to reduce Vaughn Ashby to tears . — Lauren DeStefano

coming from the Iraqis, who were trying — Chris Kyle

Exercise 1: Guarding the Prayer
Once we are performing the five obligatory prayers with regularity, then it is certainly worth our efforts to begin increasing extra prayers- especially the late-night prayers (tahajjud). Late-night prayer is one of the defining qualities of a salih (righteous) person, also called a wali (friend of Allah). Regarding late-night prayers, Fudayl b. 'Iyyad said that if a man was unable to do them, it was due to his wrong actions during the day. May Allah make us befitting to stand before Him, here and in the hereafter.
Agenda to Change our Condition, Hamza Yusuf & Zaid Shakir, S. 46 — Hamza Yusuf

Brutality sets you free from fear but puts you a against the law and everyone else. — Auliq Ice

If you don't make a choice, life makes it for you and then you're stuck with what it decides. Take control of your destiny so that doesn't happen — Stewart Stafford

One must know that war is common, justice is strife, and everything happens according to strife and necessity. — Heraclitus

Books are certainly old fashioned, but only people with a very limited perception are silly enough to condemn ideas because of their age. It is, of course, equally silly to condemn the new fangled simply because it is strange ... — Prince Philip

The most beautiful lives, to my mind,are those that conform to the common human pattern, with order, but without miracle, and without eccentricity. — Michel De Montaigne

Sonnet V
I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle
and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway's land and it carries me on travel's road
On a mare made of your virtues, my soul weaves
a natural sky made of your shadows, one chrysalis at a time.
I am the son of what you do in the earth, son of my wounds
that have lit up the pomegranate blossoms in your closed-up gardens
Out of jasmine the night's blood streams white. Your perfume,
my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. And your hair
is a tent of wind autumn in color. I walk along with speech
to the last of the words a bedouin told a pair of doves
I palpate you as a violin palpates the silk of the faraway time
and around me and you sprouts the grass of an ancient place - anew — Mahmoud Darwish

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful. — A.R. Ammons

Isn't the spiritual search, at its essence, a movement toward objectivity? — Roland Merullo