Zubaida Foundation Quotes & Sayings

Through me is the way to the city of woe.
Through me is the way to sorrow eternal.
Through me is the way to the lost below. Justice moved my architect supernal.
I was constructed by divine power,
supreme wisdom, and love primordial.
Before me no created things were.
Save those eternal, and eternal I abide.
Abandon all hope, you who enter. — Dante Alighieri

Have you noticed that the cleverest people at school are often not the ones who succeed in life? — Paul Arden

Like going to the dentist, where you write: "Dental appointment today. All of the dentists in Boulder are 'holistic.' They can't fill a cavity but they're good for your soul. Your teeth rot, but apparently your spirit prospers." — Ken Wilber

It's not as though the world hates you- it just has no idea who you are — Kelly Williams Brown

We're not going to be the coolest rock stars in the world. We're trying to be good musicians. — Eddie Vedder

We have not yet heard enough, if anything, about the female gaze. About the scorch of it. — Maggie Nelson

It's not how many years you've lived, it's how they've left you. — Jean Plaidy

When a horror movie is well done, I love it and I put it up in esteem with any other genre. — David Hayter

I figured my body always would be able to repair itself. I think all of us believe that - until you begin to age and get hit with deteriorating joints. — Lee Majors

But the love of offspring ... tender and beautiful as it is, can not as sentiment rank with conjugal love. — Elizabeth Cady Stanton

A wretched disheartening result. And a little mouse shall lead them. — Hugh Dalton

Remember, no matter how dark the night, there is always a happy ending. But first, you have to make it through the night. — L.J.Smith

I, the Lord, am the everlasting God, the Creator of all the earth. I do not grow tired or weary, and My understanding no one can fathom. I Am the great I Am. I will be victorious over you, mark My words, Satan, this war is not over.15 — Heather Rae Hutzel

Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Expediency of literature, reason of literature, lawfulness of writing down a thought, is questioned; much is to say on both sides,and, while the fight waxes hot, thou, dearest scholar, stick to thy foolish task, add a line every hour, and between whiles add a line. — Ralph Waldo Emerson