Wardani Arabian Quotes & Sayings

Recitation of the Qur'an without contemplation and thought is futile. — Ali Ibn Abi Talib

Think of and look at your work as though it were done by your enemy. I you look at it to admire it, you are lost. — Samuel Butler

Promise me something. Anything. One day let me take pictures of you to show you just how beautiful you are. Let me show you how I see you. — F.L. Jacob

Betsie, if I hadn't heard you in the kitchen - " But Betsie put a finger on my mouth. "Don't say it, Corrie! There are no 'ifs' in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety - Oh Corrie, let us pray that we may always know it!" T — Corrie Ten Boom

Sweetheart, some things are made to be flaunted, and some things are made to be taunted. And some things, SOME THINGS, are made to be left the hell alone!"

-C. J. Ozone - "Asgardia - Gateway to the Universe — D.C. Mallory

When we attempt to reduce the infinitely precious to a number, monstrosities result. For — Charles Eisenstein

The great constructive energies of the child ... have hitherto been concealed beneath an accumulation of ideas concerning motherhood. We used to say it was the mother who formed the child; for it is she who teaches him to walk, talk, and so on. But none of this is really done by the mother. It is an achievement of the child. What the mother brings forth is the baby, but it is the baby who produces the man. Should the mother die, the baby still grows up and completes his work of making the man. — Maria Montessori

An actor's success has the life expectancy of a small boy about to look into a gas tank with a lighted match. — Fred Allen

If you snub Conscience a few times she will cut your acquaintance. — Austin O'Malley

I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly," she said. "If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink blur? That's a rose-garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn't that funny, and sad, too? — Ray Bradbury

Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes. — James Joyce