Sabby Capital Quotes & Sayings

My beloved grows Right out of my own heart How much more union can there be. — Rumi

I feel my body weakening but my spirit is fine, ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a dime — Immortal Technique

Newspaper reporting is really storytelling. We call our articles 'stories,' and we try to tell them in a way that even people who don't know all the background can understand them. — Serge Schmemann

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. — William Shakespeare

Science, unguided by a higher abstract principle, freely hands over its secrets to a vastly developed and commercially inspired technology, and the latter, even less restrained by a supreme culture saving principle, with the means of science creates all the instruments of power demanded from it by the organization of Might. — Johan Huizinga

The word family is derived from the word famulus, meaning a servant, and in its early usage, familia, it literally meant the servants of a household. In its essence, the longing for family, and the ravenousness that the loss of family creates in us, isn't just for belonging: it's for the grace that abides in serving those we love. — Gregory David Roberts

What is existence for but to be laughed at if men in their twenties have already attained the utmost? — Soren Kierkegaard

T lay in the true function of the university to promote that interplay of view, that discussion and dispute, that cumulative narrowing down of possibilities that led to the formation of accurate opinion. The students could be, as it were (he said), the rubbing post for the thought of his teacher. — Malcolm Bradbury

Once we realize that Jesus has served us even to the depths of our meagerness, our selfishness, and our sin, nothing we encounter from others will be able to exhaust our determination to serve others for His sake. — Oswald Chambers

I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore. — Dido Armstrong

In heterosexual love there's no solution. Man and woman are irreconcilable, and it's the doomed attempt to do the impossible, repeated in each new affair, that lends heterosexual love its grandeur. — Marguerite Duras