Salah In The Quran Quotes & Sayings

Goodnight world. While I sleep, I hope you'll all continue to do whatever it is you do. Unless you murder sleeping authors. Don't do that. — Neil Gaiman

If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentences shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture. — Ray Bradbury

Nobody seriously believes the universe was made by God without being persuaded that He takes care of His works. — John Calvin

I can only speak for my husband and myself, but we don't feel like we could do any of this parenting without our faith. — Jodi Benson

I've been doing a lot of thinking"
"Uh-Oh, Thinking. That's a dangerous business! — Justin Somper

A less courageous person would have felt that it was too late, they would have felt ashamed, they would think wellI don't want this, I know I shall hate it, it's all wrong, but I'm so involved now I'll have to put up with it, and I know that later on I'll keep on wishing that I'd had the nerve to say no, even at the last minute ... — Iris Murdoch

Don't let your alarm clock, be the only reason you wake up. — Ray Lewis

This is why I write: I believe the ordinary world is filled with extraordinary stories. — Lucy Ke

Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed. — John Green

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding. — Patrick Rothfuss

This is a beautiful morning; the sun is rising with a smiling face. Everything around me is alive and smiling. Everything is whispering in my ear to enjoy every moment and enjoy the morning. My heart is dancing with you, with morning light. — Debasish Mridha

The sun is lowering below the lines of the mountains that encase the town and stars sparkle across the sky like dragonflies. — Jessica Sorensen

Once again he was aware of eyes staring fixedly at him. He glanced sideways into the long, pointed face of Goodboy Bindle Featherstone, rearing up in a pose best described as The Last Puppy in the Shop.
To his astonishment, he found himself reaching over and scratching it behind its ears, or at least behind the two spiky things at the sides of its head which were presumably its ears. It responded with a strange noise that sounded like a complicated blockage in a brewery. He took his hand away hurriedly.
"It's all right," said Lady Ramkin. "It's his stomachs rumbling. That means he likes you."
To his amazement, Vimes found that he was rather pleased about this. As far as he could recall, nothing in his life before had thought him worth a burp. — Terry Pratchett