Rafi Quotes

I'm not afraid," Rafi said. "Why not?" "If I die tomorrow it will have been useless to have been afraid today.

Don’t hide your wild, live it. Let the tamed ones worry about dreaming soberly.

That what secretly flows between us today, will gleam tomorrow, the way full moon does.

Hope was never meant to be A future shared alone, As life cannot be won or lost It was never ours to own.

I don't know what keeps me mingled— in excitement and grief. I know no name of this fire I burn in— but only that it is and I am.

To the world— lover is a fool. To the lover— world is deaf and blind. Only if you could— take a sip of his yearning. Your soul would— rise, hang— and burn like crazy.

It seemed so unfair. No, it seemed impossible that Ramy could just leave this world so abruptly, that he could be so alive one moment and so still the next. It seemed to defy the laws of physics that Ramiz Rafi Mirza could be silenced by something so tiny as a bullet.

Know yourself, not a face, in love, a deeper grace.

Is it not enough to shine, To know that friends are true? That love is born of friendship, And who you are is you?

But just look at her, he thought. How can there be this much treasure all in one place, and the world still here?

An empty world, Full of many million people. An empty heart, But one desire to keep you.

Stop acting like a beggar, know your place fool. You’re a royal guest, a royal guest— that has been sent to this beautiful illusion.

Toby kicks another rock and we're quiet for another minute or so. Then she says, Sometimes you seem like that too. I don't say anything.

Rafi Hâdy Mamnoun Abdul-Salâm. C'est mon nom, mais les gens qui me connaissent préfèrent m'appeler Rafi. Je n'ai jamais compris pourquoi...

It seemed to defy the laws of physics that Ramiz Rafi Mirza could be silenced by something so tiny as a bullet

You are the essence— of who I am, what I do, I cannot live without you. You are my soul; how can I separate you— from my heart? I am a fish, you are the vast ocean, you must not leave me at shore, I cannot live without you.

Spread your wings. Fly as far to know who you are.

Ambitions are like assholes, and they smell like flowers to the owner. I must be delusional. Give it up.

...hurrying because you have to feels different from hurrying because you want to.

Oh beloved, I am in love— with your presence within. For, it sets me free of my past— it keeps me in the middle of my heart.

Take my hand and escape me from what I've become.

You’re far yet so close— to my soul. For, I have a home for you— in my heart— from the very beginning. So, you’ll stay, grow old, and be buried with me.

Yesterday I was drunk. I wandered in darkness and— mumbled poor definitions of love.   Today I am sober, I am sleepless, I am speechless.

Just like a rose petal— flying powerlessly in the wind.   Wherever you turn, I turn.

Create stuff, put yourself out there for the world to see and then persist through all the craptastic insecurities you have. That’s it. Anyone that tells you differently is trying to sell you something.

My son Rafi is enchanted with cyberspace. But we are not disembodied mind or spirit, we are our bodies - cruising the Internet won't teach us that. It may even trick us into thinking that having a body and a place is not important. Gardening teaches us differently. I do not mean industrial mechanized farming, I mean the kind of gardening that any one of us can do with his hands and feet and the simplest tools.

Smoke a bowl and you can do this for hours,” one of the guys says. “Just kidding. No drugs in the major leagues.” As we cut the clay, there are no bowls to smoke—though according to one sod farm worker, weed goes well with anything turf-related: “You can’t be a grass man and not be a grass man,” he says—but there is an easy intimacy among the crew, a kind of in-this-together camaraderie, and for a few minutes I feel like one of them, too.

tailgating is a local tradition that both predates Lambeau Field and dovetails seamlessly with another beloved Green Bay pastime: drinking. Even Prohibition couldn’t slow the town’s taps. “There were speakeasies all over,” says the historian. “I was told once that one of the reasons the mob never moved in here was because it was so wide open. They couldn’t get a foothold. It was just generally accepted that Green Bay wasn’t going to obey the Eighteenth Amendment.

It looks like this: Pink, mostly. Puffs of orange just below. The fiercest yellow way ahead, far, far ahead. Red slashed all across. All of it fading to blue, getting deeper and deeper as you go out. Underneath all that is the ocean, reflecting it back. All I can hear are the waves and the seagulls, all this calmness surrounded by an eruption of colors, deep strong colors. I only saw this once in real life. We stayed up late and walked to Mill Point Beach in the middle of the night. There was no light anywhere and we sat, blind, and we said nothing. We didn’t speak for the longest time, just listened to the ocean. Then the blackness started melting. This is what it looked like when the sun finally came up. I was so tired, we both were, but we did it anyway. We only saw it once because there wasn’t much after that, and now we can’t ever go again. This is what I see when I want to remember the good parts. This is what I see when I think of him, when I let myself think of him.

In the meantime, the Bear had attained the Avenue, where blinding, brilliant traffic travelled like a line of light from north to south, as if between worlds. But it was Jacob who saw the ladder, wrestled with the angel, and obtained a birthright under false pretenses. The Bear had done none of these things. He pulled the hat brim farther down on his face and walked south beneath the vault of darkness, above him like guardians or heralds the electric signs of bars and stores- white, orange, yellow, gold, red, brilliant blue and green, occasional imperial purple - as if they were angels that had descended to earth only to hire themselves out as lures for business, possibly for reasons of pity. The Bear walked beneath them like a resolute and powerful man, the saxophone case at his side swinging like a cache of fate, love, gold or vengeance. When he realised that he could have his pick of them - that all options, attributions and possibilities actually were open to him, that he was, at the moment, exalted, liberated, free - he stopped walking for a moment, put down the saxophone case, looked gradually around him at the Avenue, raised his snout and smiled broadly, and there on the pavement stretched out his great and inevitable arms. Aah. The night entered him like honey, and he began so heartily and with such depth of pleasure that it might have been for the first time in his life, to laugh out loud.

We need to analyze and contemplate the experience of modernity in the Arab and Muslim world, in order to grasp what is happening. Some of us, for example, reject modernity, and yet it’s obvious that these same people are using the products of modernity, even to the extent that when proselytizing their interpretation of Islam, which conflicts with modernity, they’re employing the tools of modernity to do so. This strange phenomenon can best be understood by contemplating our basic attitude towards modernity, stemming from two centuries ago. If we analyze books written by various Muslim thinkers at the time, concerning modernity and the importance of modernizing our societies, and so forth, we can see that they distinguished between certain aspects of modernity that should be rejected, and others that may be accepted. You can find this distinction in the very earliest books that Muslim intellectuals wrote on the topic of modernity. To provide a specific example, I’ll cite an important book that is widely regarded as having been the first ever written about modern thought in the Muslim world, namely, a book by the famous Egyptian intellectual, Rifa’ Rafi’ al-Tahtawi (1801–1873), Takhlish al-Ibriz fi Talkhish Baris, whose title may be translated as Mining Gold from Its Surrounding Dross. As you can immediately grasp from its title, the book distinguishes between the “gold” contained within modernity—gold being a highly prized, expensive and rare product of mining—and its so-called “worthless” elements, which Muslims are forbidden to embrace. Now if we ask ourselves, “What elements of modernity did these early thinkers consider acceptable, and what did they demand that we reject?,” we discover that technology is the “acceptable” element of modernity. We are told that we may adopt as much technology as we want, and exploit these products of modernity to our heart’s content. But what about the modes of thought that give rise to these products, and underlie the very phenomenon of modernity itself? That is, the free exercise of reason, and critical thought? These two principles are rejected and proscribed for Muslims, who may adopt the products of modernity, while its substance, values and foundations, including its philosophical modes of thought, are declared forbidden. Shaykh Rifa’ Rafi’ al-Tahtawi explained that we may exploit knowledge that is useful for defense, warfare, irrigation, farming, etc., and yet he simultaneously forbade us to study, or utilize, the philosophical sciences that gave rise to modern thought, and the love for scientific methodologies that enlivens the spirit of modern knowledge, because he believed that they harbored religious deviance and infidelity (to God).

Elio poussa un sifflement ravi. - En fait, je suis un genre de magicien ! - Non. - Comment ça, non ? Je me transforme, je guéris, je passe dans des mondes étranges, je... - Ce n'est pas de la magie. - Qu'est-ce que c'est alors ? Rafi se gratta le crâne d'un air perplexe. Elio était un garçon stupéfiant. Il avait réussi à se tirer de situations aussi périlleuses que bouleversantes, raisonnait avec une intelligence et une maturité confondantes, et possédait des ressources plus qu'étonnantes. Certes. Mais il n'avait que neuf ans. - D'accord. Appelons ça magie si tu veux.

Here, there’s a chance that if you die, someone will care. Like Rafi, or one of the other leaders,” the guard says. “In the cities, if you get killed, definitely no one will give a damn, not if you’re a GD. The worst crime I’ve ever seen a GP get charged with for killing a GD was ‘manslaughter.’ Bullshit.” “Manslaughter?” “It means the crime is deemed an accident,” Rafi’s smooth, lilting voice says behind me. “Or at least not as severe as, say, first-degree murder. Officially, of course, we’re all to be treated the same, yes? But that is rarely put into practice.

I know, don’t worry, I’ve got a plan.” “Yeah, but do you have a Plan B?” Rafi chuckled.      

Alessandro said, "Most people don't do this, but it's what saves you. It tests you in the right way." "Only for war," Rafi added. "We'll almost certainly never have to go to war. It's unlikely that a war will break out in Europe, and even if it did it's less likely that Italy would be included, but I want to be prepared. And this is not just for war, you see, it's for everything.

You’re from Chicago?” Rafi says to me. I

I'm not afraid," Rafi said. "Why not?" "If I die tomorrow it will have been useless to have been afraid today.

This will always be harder for me than it is for you, so get over yourself.

...hurrying because you have to feels different from hurrying because you want to.

The Bear sat at the other end; the rhythm section was arrayed between them like a string of pearls.

Todas las demás situaciones de estrés en el mundo del deporte son creación nuestra; su origen está en nuestros pensamientos, en nuestra imaginación y en nuestros sentimientos. Una de las características principales de un partido de fútbol y del deporte es la incertidumbre.

Memories, especially when they are of someone we love, are an unblemished version of the things we'd like to remember

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Five bucks says Everett and Rafi don’t even make it to the property before they get all brown chicken brown cow.

I was told once that one of the reasons the mob never moved in here was because it was so wide open. They couldn’t get a foothold. It was just generally accepted that Green Bay wasn’t going to obey the Eighteenth Amendment.

Isser formed the operational team. All of its twelve members were volunteers. Some were Holocaust survivors, with concentration camp numbers tattooed on their forearms. The core of the team was the operational unit of the security services. At its head were the two top agents of the Shabak. Rafi Eitan was appointed commander. At his side was Zvi Malkin,

Love said to me, don’t try to define me, If you think you can put me into words, alas, my friend, you are at loss. I am hidden from hidden things, secrete of secretes. I am different in each heart, a hundred million faces, a hundred million languages— without a single word. If you think you can define me, alas, my friend, you are at loss.

There, behind many icons of Mary and the holy Jesus, Maylee kissed Rafi back.

There is no path you can follow, and there is no map. There is only opportunity. Instead of seeing a limited number of ways you can go, make the whole landscape yours.

There is no fairy dust, no proven method, no magic formula, no google map address, and no online course that can tell you where to go. There is only you, your imagination, and your backbone.

In language, I discern words that fail to signify what they denote and do not adequately convey their meanings. The word happiness seeks its meaning in people and in their yearnings and their desires, while people seek the meaning of happiness in the word and in its definitions and its truths. It may well be that the meaning of the word lies discarded somewhere beneath the sun in a neglected corner of an obscure village, or in the shelter of a sycamore tree, or sleeping under a bale of cotton taken as a temporary roof, or sitting and laughing in a neighborhood gathering, or standing to contemplate the current of a stream, or stretched out and gazing up at the heavens.

We played the game of love. She kept playing, I kept losing.

Dry desert turns into the ocean floor, weeping eyes into joyful smile, death mirrors life. Your walking in changes everything.

In these darkest nights, my dark side is taking over the moonlight.

In this empty room, there are a thousand flightpaths— from this to beyond that, from this nothing to you. Seeking union with the moon, this fish secretly swims up at night— to kiss the surface.

All day gibberish voices of fear, reason and grief in this city of heart, at night all fall silent. Then silence begins high clear flame notes.

Before, life was full of terror, like a lost fawn in the dark forest. Then love walked in, now it's as fierce as a lion, roaring— with no fear of death or after death.

O wild soul, turn back to the source. Your clay house is crumbling into dust.

Most people wander apart and sleep at night, Some sit in the dark and chase the light.

This deer senses a lion sitting nearby, heart racing, mind stunned, madness, running towards...   Last night— in the gathering, you looked at me, I kept gazing for another look, then another and another…

Midnight, drunk, we laid. I mumbled secrets— I kept from entire world. You kept laughing at me— the way dawn laughs at dark.

They wonder about the wine I mention, the longing, and if it has to do something— with the distance between us. How it is between us— and how I am you, they will never know.

What I once wanted and what I got— when my soul turned in your direction.   Alas, I had been living in such a limited way.

What you hear or see doesn’t matter in this place, where in silence wind pours the wine, each soul drunk, whirls, unaware of anyone— and anything.   In this place any soul that’s still and sober— is dust in the wind.

Staring at the moon, in silence, a conversation goes on. Numerous stories of how it will be— when you and I will live together.

All day with everyone, at night in my room, in crowded street or walking alone. Something’s tormenting my soul, something’s dragging me forcefully— towards the hidden world.

Who put poison ivy leaves in the kale salad?” Gabe thundered, pointing at the bowl that had miraculously reappeared yet again on the table. “And laxatives in the fruit cake.” Rafi laughed. I grinned because it hadn’t been me. He might not have stuck around, but Samael had been here. And that made our little holiday celebration complete.

Everybody in Paris, whether rich or poor, loves earnings and commerce. . . . They strive towards acquiring wealth and embark on the road of greed, claiming that this increases their livelihood.

In the end, [Charles X] shamed the laws in which the rights of the French people were enshrined.

I might not rhyme like others would— in your mind. But at the end, I promise— I'll make sense to you.

I'm in the middle of a war within me. “Against you, for you

Last night I Kneeled and kissed the ground, my soul spoke beyond skies.   "I know you love me — you know I'm ashamed.

Be forgetful, disgraceful, drunk in love. Be notorious, wild, crazy in love. Fall, die, be buried in love— and rise as a lord in heaven.

it quite clear that nothing could come of our friendship. Despite his newsy letters, I’m still not sure that he sees me as anything more than a penfriend.’ ‘Well, there’s only one way of finding out,’ said Sophie, ‘and that’s seeing him again in person.’ ‘So you think I should?’ ‘If you care for him, then, yes, I do. Rafi was brave enough to come looking for me in the hopes that I felt the same way as he did. I’ve given thanks every day since that he did.’ Libby leant towards Sophie and squeezed her shoulder. ‘Rafi will look after himself. He’s not going to do anything rash – he adores you too much to put himself in danger.

In burning fire lover is at peace. Let him be.

You are the essence— of who I am, what I do, I cannot live without you. You are my soul; how can I separate you— from my heart? I am a fish, you are the vast ocean, you must not leave me at shore, I cannot live without you.

Love said to me, don’t try to define me, If you think you can put me into words, alas, my friend, you are at loss. I am hidden from hidden things, secrete of secretes. I am different in each heart, a hundred million faces, a hundred million languages— without a single word. If you think you can define me, alas, my friend, you are at loss.

The moment I saw you, every desire, every thought that wasn't about love became moth and burned away.

Where there is thunder— there is rain. Sometimes it falls, sometimes in heart, it tears the world apart.

Justice is . . . the basis of prosperity.

Justice is the basis of prosperity. . . . That which [the French] call freedom and which they crave is what we call 'justice' and 'equity', inasmuch as 'rule by freedom' means establishing equality in judgments and laws so that the ruler cannot oppress any human being.

Justice is . . . the basis of prosperity. . . . That which [the French] call freedom and which they crave is what we call 'justice' and 'equity', inasmuch as 'rule by freedom' means establishing equality in judgments and laws so that the ruler cannot oppress any human being

Even a lowly person may think of something that does not come to the mind of important people.

The character traits of the French include curiosity, the passion for all things new, as well as the love of change and alternation in all things, especially when it comes to clothing. . . . [However] their political opinions do not change. Each person remains faithful to his ideology and opinions and supports them for the entire duration of his life.

Justice is . . . the basis of prosperity. . . . That which [the French] call freedom and which they crave is what we call 'justice' and 'equity', inasmuch as 'rule by freedom' means establishing equality in judgments and laws so that the ruler cannot oppress any human being.

Many times, I stepped in the mud. Every time, you turned it to gold. If not for your love, I deserve nothing— but disappearance of my whole being.

Don't dissolve, but gleam with the beauty of what’s in your heart.

But mattering to her alone wasn’t reason enough for a person to live. Rafi needed to know he belonged to more than just his lover, that many people cherished him and wanted him back. That he had a place in the world, just by virtue of being himself.