We will suffer the moment we take our eyes off the End and get lost in the means.

Be grateful for every single person who was part of your story.The ones that hurt you. The ones that helped you. Because they all taught you.

You can search the world over, but you won’t find happiness until you realize that happiness isn’t getting what you want. It’s being content with what you already have.

Some feel lonely because they haven't found that perfect 'companion' yet. Sometimes Allah sends everyone else away so you can find that only in Him.

You cried when He took away your drop of water, not knowing He'd saved for you, the sea.

Holding on to hope when everything is dark, is the greatest test of faith

I know you feel worn and tired. I know you're tired of failing. Rest, but don't stop. You can do this. You got this. Not because you're strong, but because He's your strength.

Stop hating on yourself for not being perfect. If God wanted perfection, He would have made you an angel.

There's a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn't very loveable.

When you suffer, don't speak. Look inside and listen for the duaa He inspires in you. and then ask Him. Again and again. Don't stop.

This life will never be without storms. Stop fearing the storm. Build your inner shelter.

Bless God who gives you life.

You must conquer fear with faith.

I counted the living and gathered them within me and the light that broke through embraced all the life that I had within me...

Any nation which for an extended period puts pleasure before liberty is likely to lose the liberty it misused.

I kneel to my Lord because I am such a failure. I pray, I hope, I look to the Gospels.

Learning to write . . . is a desperately idiosyncratic, eccentric, single-souled, lifelong quest.

Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having partied all night... Without the satisfaction.

Hypocrisy is fatal to religion.

If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its duties make it unbearable. In the interest of the rich we must get rid of it.

There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.