Rabih El Bizri Quotes & Sayings

The idea of faith is that you hope He's real. But faith beyond that is that you know He's real. And I now know that God is real. — Adam Makos

Why is it that the people you care about the most end up making you feel so meaningless? — Sudeep Nagarkar

At seventeen, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen. — Jodi Picoult

It's got to be the going, not the getting there, that's good. — Harry Chapin

As is perhaps obvious, Morris Zapp had no great esteem for his fellow-labourers in the vineyards of literature. They seemed to him vague, fickle, irresponsible creatures, who wallowed in relativism like hippopotami in mud, with their nostrils barely protruding into the air of common-sense. They happily tolerated the existence of opinions contrary to their own - they even, for God's sake, sometimes changed their minds. Their pathetic attempts at profundity were qualified out of existence and largely interrogative in mode. They liked to begin a paper with some formula like, 'I want to raise some questions about so-and-so', and seemed to think they had done their intellectual duty by merely raising them. This manoeuvre drove Morris Zapp insane. Any damn fool, he maintained, could think of questions; it was answers that separated the men from the boys. — David Lodge

I like to play with things a while before annihilation. — Max Von Sydow

I've discovered that the less I say, the more rumors I start. — Bobby Clarke

I'd yearned for the darkness and repose of Hobie's house, its crowded rooms and old-wood smell, tea leaves and tobacco smoke, bowls of oranges on the sideboard and candlesticks scalloped with puddled beeswax. — Donna Tartt

The goal is to divide my time between stage and film. — Patricia Birch

Now, what if Others were encapsulated in Things, in a way that Being towards Things were not ontologically severable, in Heidegger's terms, from Being towards Others? What if the mode of Dasein of Others were to dwell in Things, and so forth? In the same light, then, what if the Thing were a Dublette of the Self, and not what is called the Other? Or more radically still, what if the Self were in some fundamental way becoming a Xerox copy, a duplicate, of the Thing in its assumed essence? — Avital Ronell

Chicken butt fried in grease want a piece — Christopher Nicole

I won't as long as you drop the perfect gentleman crap. That's a deal breaker. My boobs won't tolerate it." "I love your boobs, they're so fun." His smile is panty wetting. "I'll pick them up at seven? — Helena Hunting