Sabr Shukr Quotes & Sayings

Well, John Doherty's playing was very unique. He bowed a lot and used staccato, while I slur a bit. I bow a lot as well, but I do a bit of playing a few notes with the one bow. As you go south there's more slurring with the bow. As you go north there's more bowing every note. But sometimes you get the combination of the two in Donegal. — Mairead Ni Mhaonaigh

Now, in New Jersey, we have more government workers per square mile than any state in America. But since I've been governor we now have fewer people on the state payroll at any time since Christie Whitman left office in January 2001. That's the right direction, Mr. President, not the wrong direction. — Chris Christie

Unwinds exist in the constant shadow of betrayal. — Neal Shusterman

Imaan is of two halves; half is patience (Sabr) and half is being thankful (Shukr). — Ibn Qayyim Al-Jawziyya

I like the comfort in knowing that women are the only future in rock and roll. — Kurt Cobain

On the front porch where she had come to weigh them quietly with her eyes, her quietness a condemnation, the woman stood motionless. — Ray Bradbury

Wanna move out the hood and defeat that cancer
I ask how she stay on her feet like dancers
How she keep on adding paint to a life-size canvas. — Lil B

My father owned pit bulls when I was young. He sometimes fought them. My brother and a lot of the men in my community owned pit bulls as well: sometimes they fought them for honor, never for money. — Jesmyn Ward

I should think the American admiration of five-minute tourists has done more to kill the sacredness of old European beauty and aspiration than multitudes of bombs would have done. — D.H. Lawrence

Redd shed caution like an outgrown skin. — Frank Beddor

Sam heard someone bellow in the distance, but the sound of freight trains running in his ears dampened the sound, making it impossible for him to locate the source of the cry. When he heard it sound again, closer, the voice sounded familiar somehow. He strained to listen past the thundering racket in his ears, only to be rewarded by another holler from the voice. This time, he recognized the voice as his own. — J.M. Northup

It keeps me awake some nights ... how much I'll think about you when I leave here. — Jamie McGuire

Over the years, I've found that I either live life or write about it. I can't seem to do both simultaneously - I have to do it sequentially. When I write incessantly, I lose touch with the issues and passions that fuel the work. But when I get too involved in organizations or movement endeavors, I almost forget that I'm a writer. It's a constant struggle to find a balance between these two worlds - the solitary writing life and the life of a social justice activist. — Letty Cottin Pogrebin