Shabbat Night Quotes & Sayings

All beauty is but a shadow of the Beauty of the Most Beautiful. "Allah is Beautiful and loves beauty," said the Prophet. — Faraz Rabbani

Really, voice-over is great. If it paid as much as on camera work, it's all I'd ever do. — Diedrich Bader

I'm a minimalist Jew, but on Friday night, I celebrate Shabbat. At sundown, we light candles, say the blessing, and I don't turn on my computer for 24 hours. — Jill Soloway

She did not feel like Blue Sargent, superhero, or Blue Sargent, desperado, or Blue Sargent, badass. — Maggie Stiefvater

Immortality ain;t nothing but a nightmare. Life's valuable because it's short. We gotta do our best with the time we got. — Gosho Aoyama

Environment is undoubtedly a secondary factor in the phenomena of life; it can modify in that it can help or hinder, but it can never create. — Maria Montessori

Even though it is piracy, scanlation has had positive impact. — Toni Johnson-Woods

I feel New York is too crazy for me, especially when you go to Times Square. — Alessia Cara

Mae West, a famous vaudeville actress, once said, "A man's kiss is his signature." I grinned to myself. If that was true, then Ren's signature was the John Hancock of kisses. — Colleen Houck

He'd missed one, he thought. Chance, circumstances, determination- and faith. — Cassandra Clare

The waves wash in, warm and salty,
leaving your eyebrows white and
the edge of your cheekbone. Your ear
aches. You are lonely. On the
underside of a satin leaf, hot
with shade, a scorpion sleeps. And
one Sunday I will be shot brushing
my teeth. I am a native of this island. — Frank O'Hara

A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. — Milton Berle

Given the prevailing lack of discipline, it would have been impossible to use Congolese machine-gunners to defend the base from air attack: they did not know how to handle their weapons and did not want to learn, — Che Guevara

One Saturday morning walking to the farmers' market with my lover she tells me she needs to look like a man on the street. She hates binding her breasts. Hates having breasts, hates not passing. I press her. I ask her, but what do you feel like when you're naked in bed with me? Do you like your body then? She is quiet. Later she tells me she had a dream. Her mother brought home a bottle of medicine from the hospital for her. The doctor says she has to take it. The medicine is testosterone.

On Shabbat I remember to pray for enough space inside of me to hold all the darkness of the night and all the sunlight of the day. I pray for enough space for transformations as miraculous as the shift from day to night.

Later when that lover has changed his name and an ex-boyfriend has come out to me as a lesbian I go to visit my best friend's sister-turned-brother-turned-sister-again and she tells me about the blessing of having many names and using them all at once. — M.J. Kaufman