Quaid Quotes

Islam expect every Muslim to do this duty, and if we realise our responsibility time will come soon when we shall justify ourselves worthy of a glorious past.

Failure is a word unknown to me.

My message to you all is of hope, courage, and confidence.

with faith,discipline and selfless devotion to the duty,there is nothing worthwhile that you cannot achieve.

no struggle can ever succeed without women participating side by side with men

An enemy of today is a friend of tomorrow

My girl always jumped. It was one of the things I now realized I loved most about her.

Quaid frequented Organic Life often, boasting about their delicious—a highly debatable point—smoothies, birdseed snack cakes, and muffins that tasted like sandpaper and sadness.

I tilted her head back as far as it would go without dunking her back in the icy water and started to breathe into her mouth. I breathed in all the love I had for her. I gave her air flavored with my confidence that we were meant to be, and laced with the knowledge that she made me a better kind of man. I breathed out and filled her lungs with the future I wanted to share with her and all the memories I wanted to make with her.

And Quaid knew, meeting the clown's vacant stare through an air turned bloody, that there was worse in the world than dread. Worse than death itself. There was pain without hope of healing. There was life that refused to end, long after the mind had begged the body to cease. And worst, there were dreams come true.

AS IT HAPPENED, CATHY’S CONFIRMATION DAY was a great success. By the time the hairdresser was finished with her, Cathy was more than pleased with the outcome. On the day she wore a pink two-piece suit decorated with tiny flowers around the edge of the lapel, a white high-collared blouse and white shoes. Archbishop McQuaid gave her the Sacrament of Confirmation, and to her relief Cathy was not even asked a question. The one-and-a-half-hour ceremony was followed by lunch in Bewley’s Café which, as always, was sumptuous. Then began the obligatory visiting of friends and relations. Transport for the day was provided by Ned Brady, a local baker. Ned had an Austin Cambridge and supplied the car, himself as driver and the petrol for five pounds. By

Scholars still debate whether Jinnah’s equally adamant insistence on a full Pakistan was a bluff. An influential school of thought holds that the Quaid always intended to settle for a united India, after he had extracted as much power and autonomy as he could for himself and the five “Muslim” provinces. The League leader was perfectly rational, Liaquat told Mountbatten: he understood, or could at least be persuaded to understand, how fragile and unworkable a shrunken Pakistan would be.79

For Jinnah, Partition was a constitutional way out of a political stalemate, as he saw it, and not the beginning of a permanent state of hostility between two countries or two nations. This explains his expectation that India and Pakistan would live side by side ‘like the United States and Canada’, obviously with open borders, free flow of ideas and free trade. It is also the reason why Pakistan’s Quaid-i-Azam insisted that his Malabar Hill house in Bombay be kept as it was so that he could return to the city where he lived most of his life after retiring as Governor-General of Pakistan.

At the reception given by Jinnah on 14 August 1947 when Asghar Khan and Lt Col (later Maj. Gen.) Akbar Khan met Jinnah, Khan told Jinnah that they were disappointed that the higher posts in the armed forces had been given to British officers who still controlled their destiny. According to Asghar Khan, ‘the Quaid who had been listening patiently raised his finger and said, “Never forget that you are the servants of the state. You do not make policy. It is we, the people’s representatives, who decide how the country is to be run. Your job is only to obey the decision of your civilian masters.”’4 Could any politician have the temerity to say this to the army chief today? The answer has to be a resounding no. Hence, democratic governance in Pakistan instead of being a tripod of the executive, legislature and judiciary looks more like a garden umbrella in which the army is the central pole around which the other organs of the state revolve. Consequently, civilian governments in Pakistan have neither defined national security objectives nor developed strategies to implement them.

Alec? Not Baldwin?' she jokes. 'Meg Ryan's long-suffering husband?' 'No drip. Meg Ryan married Denis Quaid until she ran off with Russell Crowe before he ditched her for Nicole Kidman, when Tom Ditched her. This is way before Nicole married rock star Keith, I might add. Alec Baldwin's wife is, or rather was, Kim Basinger. They're divorced now. Fought over Ireland.' 'Cathlic/Protestant dilemma?' 'No, their daughter, Ireland.

I shall have to drink poi­son if we are taken cap­tive and forced to live in a harem.

Becker. My son’s name is Becker McQuaid.

Dennis Quaid once said, “When you breakup, your whole identity is shattered.

When you [the Congress] talk of democracy, you are thoroughly dish o nest . 'wben you talk of democracy you mean Hindu raj, to dominate over the Muslims , a totally different nation, different in culture, different in everything. You yourself are working for Hindu nationalism and Hindu raj.

Ladies and Gentlemen , we learned democrary 1,300 years ago. It is in our blood and it is as far away from the Hindu society as are the Arctic regions. You tell us that we are not democratic. It is we(Muslims), who have learned the lesson of equality and brotherhood of man . Among you(Hindus) one caste will not take a cup of water from another . Is this democracy? Is this honesty? We are for democrary. But not the democrary of your conception which will turn the whole of India into a Gandhi Ashram, or one society and nation will by this permanent majority destroy another nation or society in permanent minority and all that is dear to the minority.

When you [the Congress] talk of democracy, you are thoroughly dishonest . When you talk of democracy you mean Hindu raj, to dominate over the Muslims, a totally different nation, different in culture, different in everything. You yourself are working for Hindu nationalism and Hindu raj.

Seeing a hawk is thought to be an extremely positive omen as they are often perceived as messengers from spiritual realms bringing tidings of good fortune.

Exactly. It’s like the natural order shuffled all the most venomous, hateful species over to this great big slab of dirt and then set it adrift. Humanity should really just leave it be. Let all those critters kill each other and find a better place to live. But here comes Great Britain, settling their petty thieves and criminals on this forsaken rock. Before you know it, the convicts have bred like rabbits and given rise to a nation of beer-swilling, suntanned yokels, too inebriated to realize they’re living on a pest-infested rock populated by every hateful creature one can imagine.

How hard can it be to follow five black SUVs?” Serge leaned over the steering wheel. “Except we’re in Miami.” “So?” “Miami drivers are a breed unto their own. Always distracted.” He uncapped a coffee thermos and chugged. “Quick on the gas and the horn. No separation between vehicles, every lane change a new adventure. The worst of both worlds: They race around as if they are really good, but they’re really bad, like if you taught a driver’s-ed class with NASCAR films.” He watched the first few droplets hit the windshield. “Oh, and worst of all, most of them have never seen snow.” “But it’s not snow,” said Felicia. “It’s rain. And just a tiny shower.” “That’s right.” Serge hit the wipers and took another slug from the thermos. “Rain is the last thing you want when you’re chasing someone in Miami. They drive shitty enough as it is, but on top of that, snow is a foreign concept, which means they never got the crash course in traction judgment for when pavement slickness turns less than ideal. And because of the land-sea temperature differential, Florida has regular afternoon rain showers. Nothing big, over in a jiff. But minutes later, all major intersections in Miami-Dade are clogged with debris from spectacular smash-ups. In Northern states, snow teaches drivers real fast about the Newtonian physics of large moving objects. I haven’t seen snow either, but I drink coffee, so the calculus of tire-grip ratio is intuitive to my body. It feels like mild electricity. Sometimes it’s pleasant, but mostly I’m ambivalent. Then you’re chasing someone in the rain through Miami, and your pursuit becomes this harrowing slalom through wrecked traffic like a disaster movie where everyone’s fleeing the city from an alien invasion, or a ridiculous change in weather that the scientist played by Dennis Quaid warned about but nobody paid attention.” Serge held the mouth of the thermos to his mouth. “Empty. Fuck it—

When Pakistan’s only Nobel laureate, the physicist Dr Abdus Salam – an Ahmadi – visited the country, his lecture at the Quaid-i-Azam University in Islamabad was picketed by Islamic fundamentalists. As the New York Times reported, the protestors’ objections were ‘not directed at Dr Salem’s research but at the religious beliefs of the small community into which he was born’.

Are you and Finn more than boss and hired hand?" "You might say that." "My ranch is bigger than his," Quaid teased. "It's not the size of the ranch, darlin;. It's the heart that runs it," she answered.

Quaid said as he placed my birth control pill into my hand.

Come on now, Captain Jim.” (Owner of Simpkin’s General Store) “You know the business of every fly living on a horse’s hind end this side of the Continental Divide.” “If you didn’t see where that little girl was headed,” Mr. McQuaid continued, “then I reckon this town better invest in a telegraph to take your place.

Your tomorrow’s reward depends on your today’s risk management

Did you just call me a butthead? What are you, six?” “Sorry, would you prefer asshole?” I whisper the last word.

drop a second suitcase by the garage door. Hawk eyes it. “We’re not leaving for a month, just three days.” Pointing to the larger one, I explain, “Babies require a lot of stuff. You never know what she might need.” “She eats, sleeps, and shits. There’s not much to it.” “Says the man who hasn’t lifted a finger to take care of her. There’s a lot more to Rivi than that.

I wanted to brush my teeth and… stuff.” “Stuff?” She shrugs. “I hadn’t shaved in days.” “Sweetheart, your legs could look like a woolly mammoth and I wouldn’t care.” Her chest rises and falls. “You like it when I call you that, don’t you?” I wink. “Sweetheart. Not woolly mammoth.” She giggles and walks toward me.

You mean like you talked about. Poor Rivi.” “That’s not her name, Addy.” “Addy’s not my name, Hawk. You really think with a name like Rivington, nobody would shorten it?” His eyebrows slam together in a scowl. “Her name is Rivington. Not Rivi. Not Riv.” “You can’t dictate what I call her. And when she’s older, she’ll have her preference as well. Until then, you pretentious fool, I’ll call her whatever the hell I please. I can’t believe you did that to her. As if she doesn’t already have enough to overcome with a father like you.

She shakes her head. “I have my mom’s car. I’ll drive it home and have her bring me back.” I glance at the baby. “And leave me here with her? No.” “She’s sleeping. I’ll be gone less than an hour.” “You’re sure she won’t wake up?” “No, Hawk. I’m not sure. If she does, hold her. Put her on your lap while you watch TV. It’s not rocket science.

I get out of the car but she doesn’t. “Coming?” I ask. She rolls down the passenger window. “Did you not notice that your daughter isn’t in the car? Olivia is still at my mom’s, you blind moron.” “Olivia?” I mock a finger down my throat.

All I could think of was you. Looking at you. Kissing you. Fighting with you. I mean, Jesus, why is fighting with you better than having sex with anyone else?

I pull back. “What happened to my cocky, confident guy?” “Well, let’s see, he had the nervous shits for two hours, then crippling anxiety for another three. Then he turned to tequila just so he could put on a suit and come here.

The Addy I know is nobody’s doormat. The Addy I know is strong, independent, and capable, and doesn’t need a man to validate her existence.” “No, I don’t need him.” I sigh. “The problem is with how much I want him.

Do you know how scared I was in the car today? I was trapped, not able to get out of the seatbelt. For a minute I couldn’t get to her. And I couldn’t breathe. Not because I was hurt, but because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. I’d already lost you and if I lost her my life would have been over. And it only reinforced what I already knew; that I didn’t want to live another day without you. Both of you.

Tears come to my eyes. It’s only been hours, but I already miss her. And the truth is, I miss him. But I only miss the him I thought I knew before I found out his secret.

The boy is in love, Heather. It’s a goddamn miracle.

I had to concede that there was some logic to McQuaid’s concern. But it wasn’t logic we were talking about, it was control. The emancipated China rose up in me, the China who hates to be told what to do by somebody who thinks he knows better. She was indignant, and she spoke for me.

But between then and now, I had met McQuaid. I had lived with him and learned that sustainable love doesn’t grow out of superheated physical passion, but out of simply holding hands and holding on, day in and day out. I’d learned that “good” really is enough, not because you’re settling for something less, but because “fantastic” and “incredible” burn you out emotionally, just as life in the fast lane bums you out physically.

If Logan was the heart of our little group, and Carter was the soul, Quaid was the very pulse

If Logan was the heart of our little group, and Carter was the soul, Quaid was the very pulse of life that beat between us.

Sometimes the evil you know is easier than the evil not yet visited.

Does a bear shit on a Catholic?

Alongside the data on Pakistan’s economic achievements since 1947, Pakistan’s quasi-official history acknowledges the country’s persistent need to borrow and seek aid. But these economic problems are, in Lodhi’s words, ‘rooted in poor state management, not Pakistan’s economic fundamentals’. In fact, this last point has been an essential part of the Pakistani national narrative over the years: Pakistan has just not found a great leader since Jinnah, the Quaid-i-Azam (literally, the great leader) ‘to unlock Pakistan’s potential’. Its problem is only ‘poor governance, rule without law, and shortsighted leadership’, which have ‘mired the country in layers of crises that have gravely retarded Pakistan’s progress and development’.

क़ैद का मक़सद अपने ख़्वाब को हासिल करने का रास्ता तलाशना है Quaid ka maqsad apne khwab ko haasil karne ka rasta talashna hai LEADERSHIP IS ABOUT NEGOTIATING YOUR WAY TO YOUR VISION. Leadership is not about changing rules, giving direction. It is about facing the lobbies and negotiating your way to your vision

The End.