Tafadzwa Mugwadi Quotes & Sayings

Find the compensatory blessings in your life when, in the wisdom of the Lord, He deprives you of something you very much want ... You will discover compensatory blessings when you willingly accept the will of the Lord and exercise faith in Him. — Richard G. Scott

All things being equal, why not be married to a rich man? (Somewhere, Hannah thinks, there must be a needlepoint pillow asking this very question in a cleverer way.) — Curtis Sittenfeld

It's still a mystery to me exactly how I learned the language. [But] I was 19 years old and I had very urgent things to tell girls. — Andrei Codrescu

All you've got to do is lie there a few minutes and die a little. — Joseph Heller

I am successful because I did not waste time bothering about what others were doing but focussed on what I was doing. — Amit Abraham

Truth, honesty, integrity, he said. "And loyalty. Above truth, honesty, and integrity, I would demand loyalty. Loyalty above all. You have to swear an oath."

"I can never put loyalty above truth honesty and integrity. . . don't demand loyalty over truth. Don't ever do that. — Garth Stein

We were looking for an acceptable compromise. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Nothing is built on stone; All is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone. — Jorge Luis Borges

People reach a point of readiness for change when they reach their own personal bottom. — Marshall Sylver

You can't let buffoons rule your life. — Tom McNeal

One travels to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. — Ella Maillart

Even the most sublimely accomplished non-stop talker can't consistently please. — J.D. Salinger

I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days. But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope and joy are come to me that no reason can deny. [ ... ] I do not believe that darkness will endure! — J.R.R. Tolkien

If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of her mind in fragments so minuscule that she could no more easily piece them together than she could gather from the beach all the tiny chips of broken seashells, worn to polished flakes by ages of relentless tides, and reassemble them into their original architectures. — Dean Koontz