Tauhid Uluhiyah Quotes & Sayings

Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes;
To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes.
For here though death doth end their misery,
I'll there begin their endless tragedy. — Thomas Kyd

The yells and yammering, croaking, jibbering and jabbering; howls, growls and curses; shrieking and skriking, that followed were beyond description. — J.R.R. Tolkien

No one has yet determined the power of the human species ... what it may
perform by instinct, and what it may accomplish with rational determination. — Brian Herbert

The Conservative Party isn't electing a leader in opposition after losing a general election who can build up over five years and gain experience. We're electing somebody who's going to be our prime minister in two months' time, and that's why it's very important we have somebody with strong experience, who's good at working with the international community and can hit the ground running. — Chris Grayling

Cheating and lying aren't struggles, they're reasons to break up. — Patti Callahan Henry

Our issue isn't when we get something done, ... it's how appropriate it is when we do it. — John Schuerholz

Ray Bradbury was the first author that I was really exposed to back in grade school. I'm a big Philip K. Dick fan, but the emotion and humanity that Bradbury brings to his stories and the way he uses sci-fi to get at the human heart is something that's unique and for me incredibly influential. — Rian Johnson

[Partly as a consequence of male authority] prestige value always attaches to the activities of men. — Margaret Mead

When I was a little-leaguer, I was sort of famous for stealing bases - and it started only because my mom wanted to be sure where I was in the afternoons. Mom always used to say, "If you don't come home dirty, you didn't play a baseball game." So I always tried to get in a situation where I had to slide so that I could go home dirty. — Rickey Henderson

I was born in America, but I consider myself a Filipino. — Jessica Sanchez

Tuck, I breathe, and then he kisses me.
I've been kissed before. But nothing like this. He kisses me with surprising tenderness, for all of his gusty talk. Still cupping my face, he gently brushes his lips against mine, slowly, like he's memorizing what I feel like. My eyes close. My head swims with his smell, grass and sunshine and musky cologne. He kisses me again, a litte more firmly, and then he pulls back to look down into my face. — Cynthia Hand