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“No one can take the place of a friend, no one.”
― Maya Angelou

“As Tony Benn, the British Labour politician, once suggested, we should constantly ask those who govern us five questions: What power have you got? Where did you get it from? In whose interests do you exercise it? To whom are you accountable? And how can we get rid of you?”
― Yanis Varoufakis, And the Weak Suffer What They Must? Europe's Crisis and America's Economic Future

“I will be patient, until even patience tires of my patience.”
― Imam Ali

“Practice makes knowledge perfect.”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“What you hide in your heart, appears in your eyes.”
― Imam Ali

“The ignorant man does not understand the learned for he has never been learned himself.”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“This entire world is not worth a single tear.”
― Imam Ali

“Two things define you: Your patience when you have nothing and your attitude when you have everything.”
― Imam Ali

“To respect the learned is to respect God”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“Knowledge creates fear of God”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“To teach is to learn”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“Knowledge gives life to the soul”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“Be gentle with human hearts, for when they are forced into something, they go blind.”
― Imam Ali

“The learned man understands the ignorant for he was once ignorant himself”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“Not every man with a heart is understanding, not every man with ears is a listener, and not every man with eyes is able to see.”
― imam ali

“Honesty is divine language.”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“The innumerable fools have made the learned very scarce”
― Imam Ali (derived from Du'a Kumayl)

“The world is a transient place, not a place of stay" Imam Ali (AS)”
― Imam Ali, Nahj Al-Balaghah, Vol. 2

“He who at night feeling tired because of working in the daytime, then at night he was forgiven of Allah" —”
― Prophet Muhammed PBUH, القرآن الكريم

“God is Kind and He loves kindness, and confers upon kindness which He does not confer upon severity, and does not confer upon any thing besides it (kindness).”
― Prophet Muhammed

“Sometimes it's about playing a poor hand well.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Being the only female in what was basically a boys’ club must have been difficult for her. Miraculously, she didn’t compensate by becoming hard or quarrelsome. She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze. But strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Anything is grand if it's done on a large enough scale.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair. But the painting has also taught me that we can speak to each other across time. And I feel I have something very serious and urgent to say to you, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the room with you. That life—whatever else it is—is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch. For if disaster and oblivion have followed this painting down through time—so too has love. Insofar as it is immortal (and it is) I have a small, bright, immutable part in that immortality. It exists; and it keeps on existing. And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“I suppose the shock of recognition is one of the nastiest shocks of all.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“There was a horrible, erratic thumping in my chest, as if a large bird was trapped inside my ribcage and beating itself to death.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change. Your descriptions of the desert—that oceanic, endless glare—are terrible but also very beautiful. Maybe there's something to be said for the rawness and emptiness of it all. The light of long ago is different from the light of today and yet here, in this house, I'm reminded of the past at every turn. But when I think of you, it's as if you've gone away to sea on a ship—out in a foreign brightness where there are no paths, only stars and sky.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“For girls, becoming women was inevitability; for boys, becoming men was ambition”
― Kamila Shamsie, Home Fire

“Grief manifested itself in ways that felt like anything but grief; grief obliterated all feelings but grief; grief made a twin wear the same shirt for days on end to preserve the morning on which the dead were still living; grief made a twin peel stars off the ceiling and lie in bed with glowing points adhered to fingertips; grief was bad-tempered, grief was kind; grief saw nothing but itself, grief saw every speck of pain in the world; grief spread its wings large like an eagle, grief huddled small like a porcupine; grief needed company, grief craved solitude; grief wanted to remember, wanted to forget; grief raged, grief whimpered; grief made time compress and contract; grief tasted like hunger, felt like numbness, sounded like silence; grief tasted like bile, felt like blades, sounded like all the noise of the world. Grief was a shape-shifter, and invisible too; grief could be captured as reflection in a twin’s eye. Grief heard its death sentence the morning you both woke up and one was singing and the other caught the song.”
― Kamila Shamsie, Home Fire