Jafar Best Quotes

The best that can be said about his investigative skills is that in most cases, or at least in many of them, he does eventually manage to get the body inside the bag." "Except that one time the body screamed and ran away..." Amir reminisced. "...and he chased it for three kilometers, screaming ‘Get back in here!’ " Jafar finished for him.

And he was right. Because Carlos De Vil’s brain, by way of comparison, was almost as big as Cruella De Vil’s fur-coat closet. That’s what Carlos tried to tell himself, anyway, especially when people were making him run the tombs. His first class today was Weird Science, one he always looked forward to. It was where he’d originally gotten the idea to put his machine together, from the lesson on radio waves. Carlos was not the only top student in the class—he was tied, in fact, with the closest thing he had to a rival in the whole school: the scrawny, bespectacled Reza. Reza was the son of the former Royal Astronomer of Agrabah, who had consulted with Jafar to make sure the stars aligned on more than one nefarious occasion, which was how his family had found their way to the Isle of the Lost with everyone else. Weird Science was the class where Carlos always worked the hardest. The presence of Reza, who was every bit as competitive in science lab as he was, only made Carlos work that much harder. And as annoying as everyone found Reza to be—he always had to use the very biggest words for everything, whether they were used correctly and whether he was inserting a few extra syllables where they might or might not belong—he was still smart. Very smart. Which meant Carlos enjoyed besting him. Just the other week they had been working on a special elixir, and Reza had been annoyed that Carlos had figured out the secret ingredient first. Yeah, Reza was almost as smart as he was irritating. Even now he was raising his hand, waving it wildly back and forth. Their professor, the powerful sorcerer Yen Sid,

The eighth-century spiritual master, and descendent of the Prophet , Imam Ja’far As-Sadiq, taught his students that people worship God in one of three ways: the worship of the slave, who worships God out of fear of punishment; the worship of the merchant, who worships God seeking a reward; and the worship of the free, who worships God out of love and gratitude, which is the best form of worship.17 It is only when we worship the Divine out of love that our worship transforms our entire being. This is the station of ihsan.

Jafar,” She looks away. “How can this ever work?” I reach across the table and take her hand. The touch does little to steady me. There’s no convenient map of our path forward. Jasmine might trust me with her body, but she doesn’t trust me with her heart. If I was a better man, I’d respect that. I wouldn’t push her. I’d seduce her slowly until I’m the only one she can imagine herself with. I don’t know how to do that shit. I can play cultured with the best of them, but the man that emerges whenever I get my hands on her is the true me. Rough. Possessive. Unexpectedly tender at times. I can’t force her to trust me, so I’ll have to wait her out. It’s the only option. I stand and tug her to her feet. “It will work because it’s us.” “I truly wish I could believe that.” “You don’t have to believe it, baby girl. I’ll believe enough for both of us.

The eighth-century spiritual master, and descendent of the Prophet , Imam Ja’far As-Sadiq, taught his students that people worship God in one of three ways: the worship of the slave, who worships God out of fear of punishment; the worship of the merchant, who worships God seeking a reward; and the worship of the free, who worship God out of love and gratitude, which is the best form of worship.17 It is only when we worship the Divine out of love that our worship transforms our entire being. This is the station of ihsan.