Tarbiyah Dzatiyah Quotes & Sayings

The promise of equality is not the same as true equality. — Sheryl Sandberg

If you do good in secret, Allah will shower His good on you in public. — Ibn Taymiyyah

They had been friends in the way that only girls could be - they wore each other's clothes and slept at each other's houses and told each other every little secret. They promised to always stay friends. — Kristin Hannah

Bravery is what you can do in the face of things that hurt and scare you, but you do it anyway. — Adam Duritz

This is what I understood by it: that for Astaire the person in the film was not especially connected with him. — Zadie Smith

Even if your Ego Doesn't Grasp it, this is the Truth: Everything is on Time Under Heaven's Net — Wayne Dyer

Unless you learn to deal with your life in its entirety,
there is no permanent solution for human problems. — Sri Amma Bhagwan.

Never wish a veteran "Happy" Memorial Day. — Rick DeStefanis

You already have the most important tool which is work — Sunday Adelaja

Have an eye to the molasses tierce, Mr. Stubb; it was a little leaky, I thought. If ye touch at the islands, Mr. Flask, beware of fornication. — Herman Melville

I can't quite count the ways in which we hurt one another. It was the means by which we tried to help one another - me, turning her into a patient, her, turning me into a dull authority - which were as bad as, if not worse, than our actual abuses. — Hanif Kureishi

Shine like the whole universe is yours. — Jalaluddin Rumi

I don't like to dwell on regrets. They tell you that you have not come to terms with what you've done. — Joel Dicker

When someone dies they can be any age you remember can't they ' she asked. As I tried to think of a reply she continued 'You probably think about the grown-up Tess because you were still close to her. But when I woke up I thought of her when she was three wearing a fairy skirt I'd got her in the Woolworth's and a policeman's helmet. Her wand was a wooden spoon. On the bus yesterday I imagined holding her when she was two days old. I felt the warmth of her. I remembered all her fingers clasped around my finger so tiny they didn't even meet. I remembered the shape of her head and stroking the nape of her neck till she slept. I remembered her smell. She smelled of innocence. Other times she's thirteen and so pretty that I worry for her everytime I see a man look at her. All of those Tesses is my daughter. — Rosamund Lupton