Sk Love Quotes

Maybe that's what living is--recognizing the marvels and oddities around you.

Make sure that you make the beginning of whatever you begin beautiful.

I'm not a violent person. I'm not advocating violence. But I am an angry person. I'm advocating for more people to get angry. Get moved.

Never, ever quake in the face of hate, Zayneb.

Your resistance to my existence is futile.

She believed in such a world, where everyone got a turn, a season in the sun.

A bird painted not with beauty but with all the dirt and wounds collected in a long hard life, in battle, in love, with torn feathers and a busted leg and a chipped beak and one of its eyes half closed; and yet a bird of deeper loveliness for all of that.

This is a love story. You’ve been warned.

Human rights. For everyone. Because that was the only way the world made sense. When the arc of care went far and wide, it journeyed and battled to exclude none.

I was in this weird space of wanting not to be alone and wanting not to be crowded, either.

It's not so much my own death that is intolerable, it's the death of those around me. Because I love them. And part of me dies with them. Therefore all love, if you like, is a form of suicide.

They say friends are the family you choose

You have ripped my fucking heart out, Neva and what's worse is that I love you far too fucking much to hate you for it.

Girls like me who see and feel the pains and problems of the world don’t make sense to people. So maybe we’re meant to be alone, or only with people exactly like us.

Life goes on, even if love doesn't.

Everything you say is absolutely right — the death of those we love is so much worse than our own death, and yes all love is a form of suicide, you destroy yourself, you surrender yourself, you kill something in yourself, willingly, if you really love.

I’m someone who gets consumed by stuff. It engulfs me, wraps me up in its embrace, and doesn’t let me be until I’ve deal with it.

But it's not smooth sailing" "Life isn't?

We're allowed to cry.

I just wanted the right mix of being with someone I connected to, who cared, but also let me be.

There are a lot of ways to show our faith and love to Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala. You pick the ones that are right for who you are right now.

The world is a mysterious place. On the one hand, its size can be measured and recorded and verified. Its marvels and oddities captured in complex, empirical detail. On the other hand, its size is relative to our mind’s perception of it. Its marvels and oddities only extending to how far our vision goes. For some of us, this means the world is small, including only those we see as belonging to it. People related to us, people who look like us, dress like us, think like us. For others, it’s medium-size and includes those we connect to through some similarity, some trait that pings familiarity within, which then allows us to overlook the differences between us and them. And then there are those who see the world as huge, as the actual size it measurably is. Huge enough to include vast differences, people with nothing in common with one another except a beating heart and a feeling soul, these two—heart, soul—being the strongest connection between us all.

And now here we were, almost a thousand years later, still doing it. Trying to make sense of what was happening around us. Maybe that's what life is, really.

I had to talk her down from making a trip to “whoop some ass.

My mom once said, we hurt the people we love the most, but the ability for them to love you despite the hurt is special and the most beautiful gift, it’s the gift of forgiveness

You need to have a way to take care of yourself. A way to recharge. Otherwise the world will get you down so fast, you won’t be able to hold your head up. I learned this the hard way.

He was a boy, she was a girl Can I make it any more obvious He was a punk, and she did ballet, What more can I say He wanted her, she wouldn't tell, but secretly she wanted him as well, All of her friends stuck up their nose, They didn't like his baggy clothes He was a sk8er boi, she said see you later boy, he wasn't good enough for her

One of the reasons Ayaan said she loves being Muslim is because it makes her feel like a natural feminist. "Like hello? Our queen Khadija didn't wait for the man she had her eye on to ask her, to get on his knees. Nope. Instead, she said, 'I like you, oh employee of mine. Will you marry me?' And then, after they hitched, she just kept her job as his boss. Mad respect.

Trusting the resolve in my heart is but a stepping stone to the future I now see clearly.

Mason come back into the living room looking like walking sex.

Imagine if I transformed this room into the place where someone would want to escape to?

There was a reason love was a round sounding word. It completed you and then some, like treading a circular path, the way it was immemorial. Whole. But also... infinite. It went on and on as long as you went on and on, to meet it, keep it, treasure it. And I would.

Here's one thing I CAN figure out and that's how much I don't know. How I don't know what you went through at school. With your teacher. I don't know about the extent of the Islamophobia you've faced. I don't know what it feel like to be you. But here's another thing: I DO want to know.

I mean you couldn’t wish this kind of luck on your worst enemy.

Exhibit A TO Z: The root of everything that has gone wrong in my life. Like falling for people without thinking things through.

Because the moment you’re feeling secure, someone hates on you.

The clearest feeling I remember is this: the way that it felt like the space between us folded and folded, and kept folding until the distance shrank, until we made sense to each other.

Throughout our lives, pain visits us in turns. There isn't a human alive that hasn't been touched by pain. We all carry scars and wounds, but only some rise to the surface to be seen and commented on. Simply put, the story of pain is common to us all.

In life, tragedy and loss happen every single day and nobody is immune. There are only two certainties in this world. You are born into this life and you will also be taken from it too. Some will be taken without warning and some will be taken slowly. It is the cruelest of certainties and also the most powerful. You will grieve for the loss but you will also become a stronger person for the gift of love and memories that you received.

Maybe nothing could extinguish the yearning of human love; maybe it travelled on for ever, through the darkness. Like the light from dead stars.

I decided I liked people who cried spontaneously. It showed they had hearts they hadn’t buried too deeply inside.

when she needs me, you can best believe I’ll be there. So, I suggest you let what I’ve just said to you soak in a little.

Me not caring, nobody caring that I was crying. Nobody caring that I wasn’t going to be okay.

This way of noticing that even during the suckiest moments in life there was something marvelous to be seen, heard, touched. Or just a tiny awe felt in the heart.

Oh, doctor. I think I’m sick I need some penis-cilin.” I fake cough again into my hand.

Since the news was out about my MS, out with my Dad, my friends, and soon with Hanna, it emerged in the real world. Like a boggart from Harry Potter's world, it took shape in front of me. Unmoving, but relentlessly forcing itself into my thoughts. My MS, it was real now. I didn't want to climb the ladder to finish painting the room. I was scared to. I wasn't part of any Hogwarts houses, because there wasn't a house for people who'd rather tuck away, overwhelmed with fear.

I could have killed her!’ she exclaimed. And the next thing Tristan knew, he was flying across the water and pulled into one of her outstretched hands, where she shook him violently. ‘Do you get that?!’ The lovely, furious queen raged as she jostled him. His teeth rattled. ‘I was prepared to-’ ‘Fight.’ Tristan said, covering her hand with his own, using his strength to force down her movements, breathing heavily. ‘For me.’ He smiled at her tenderly, not allowing her to break the gaze. ‘For once.

Faithfulness is my promise to love you forever

I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

Evoke your "Me". It has been hidden & suppressed for way too long.

I love you, my Little Lamb. Pain may be my addiction, but I would sooner die than see you suffer.

Everyone is important. When you know that and believe it and act upon it, everything and everyone around you will feel at peace with you.

She couldn’t have been the right one for me.

Even though we were going to be continents apart in two days, we knew we weren’t going to be apart.

To Love you Is to Receive a Glimpse of Heaven.

I fell in love with your mind, before I even thought about falling in love with your body.

You cut me Now I sit, sharpening my blad One day I will loom, a shadow no more Silence your hate, leave it shredded Strewn around your feet The only sign I've roared my pain: You Cut Down

Death had come frequently to the bleak village where the family lived. Indeed, death had been a regular visitor in their own house, taking seven of Chase’s twelve brothers and sisters before their fifth birthdays. Whenever, he thought of these children, it was to imagine an inexorable shadow advancing over their tiny forms, at length to darken hearts and eyes.

In life, tragedy and loss happen every single day and nobody is immune. There are only two certainties in this world. You are born into this life and you will also be taken from it too. Some will be taken without warning and some will be taken slowly. It is the cruelest of certainties and also the most powerful. You will grieve for the loss but you will also become a stronger person for the gift of love and memories that you received

It was the tick marks above my bed, underneath the bunk on top of mine, that got me thinking about when I'd last extended my hand to anyone. Or anyone extended their hand to me. Someone who lived in the dorm before me had recorded their days at university like a prison sentence, carving into the wooden slats under Jarred's bed, and, one night a week ago, reaching up to run a finger over the tallies, I touched the gnawing in me. I realized it had worked its way around inside, gouging, for a while. It must be a hole I've carried since the start of freshman year. (Though sometimes I wonder if it carried over from years before that.) Simple tally marks etched with a pocketknife woke me to my hollowness.

A smell hit me- sharp, garlicky, vinegary. Pulling out all four flaps revealed a casserole dish, the clear glass lid resting atop plain white rice. The condensation on the lid indicated this had been made very recently. Valimma, my grandmother, stepped onto the driveway behind me. "That is Simeona's food, moleh. She just called to say her son dropped it off on the driveway." Valimma spoke her English slowly but surely, with a lilt that was the result of years socializing with neighbors from a variety of backgrounds. "Simeona can't come to Thursday Club today but still wanted to send her delicious shrimp adobo." "This is just rice, Valimma." I pointed at the casserole dish. "Check under. The tasty mix, the bountiful flavor, must be below." Sure enough, under the rice container was another, shallower dish housing large shrimps coated in dark brown sauce. Yup, sharp, garlicky, vinegary.

Ivyanne laughed. ‘It’s not like that,’ she assured them. ‘It’s just like... really great ice cream.’ She flicked her tail, propping herself up further out of the water. ‘You know when you go to Baskin Robins, and you can have as many flavors as you want? Sometimes you try new ones... but almost always, there’s at least two you love that just don’t go together in a banana split?’ ‘Like rum and raisin, and apple sorbet,’ Joyce said quickly. Ivyanne nodded. ‘Exactly. One’s sweet, one’s savory. And you end up standing there for the longest time, trying to pick which one you can go without…’ She shrugged. ‘That’s what this is like. When they’re together, they completely kill my appetite. But when I’m enjoying one…’ she sighed wistfully. ‘I can’t remember what the other tasted like.

Faithfulness is my promise to love you forever

You should know by now that life isn’t a fairy tale. Your prince may not come in the package that you dream he will. You could be missing out on the love of your life because you refuse to look beneath the surface of what someone presents to you and that, my dear would be an absolute shame.

With great power comes great responsibility.

I can give not what men call love but wilt thou accept not the worship the heart lifts above and the heavens reject not- the desire of the moth for the star Of the night for the morrow the devotion of something afar from the sphere of our sorrow? ലോകര്‍ പേര്‍ പറയുന്ന പ്രേമമെന്നത് നിന/ ക്കേകുവാന്‍ ഞാനെന്നിരിക്കിലും ഭദ്രേ!/സ്വീകരിക്കുകയില്ലേയെന്‍ ഹൃദ്യോത്സര്‍പ്പണം / സ്വര്‍ഗ്ഗവും നിരാകരിക്കാത്തതാമാരാധനം/ പാറ്റക്ക് വിന്‍താരയോടുള്ളതാമഭിലാഷം/ രാത്രിക്ക് പിറ്റെന്നാളോടുള്ളതാമത്യാസക്തി/ ഹാ വിദൂരതയിലോന്നിനു വേണ്ടി ശോക / ഭൂവില്‍ നിന്നുയരുന്ന ഭക്തിനിര്‍ഭരമോഹം

said, “Is it so hard to believe anyone could love you, Eris? Is it so hard to believe I could fall for you just because you're you? You're everything I could ever want. You're pure and brave and honest and strong, you're quick and intelligent and dedicated. You take nothing for granted and yet you live life on your own terms. If all of that isn't enough, we can discuss what you do to me

Coaching me in the Venetian pronunciation, he explained that the word itself was a local invention. In La Serenissima’s glittering heyday, correspondents signed letters, “Il Suo schiavo” (“your slave”). Meeting on the street, acquaintances would bow and repeat the same ingratiating words. However, in the Venetian dialect, which softens the hard sound of sch (pronounced sk in other regions) to a chewy sh (as in “show”), Suo schiavo came out sciao, which melted into ciao as it migrated to other parts of Italy.

Melupakan tak akan mudah,Walaupun kau tlah yakin merelakan

Your sheer presence in the world makes it so beautiful & colourful. Believe it

Self-love is the best gift you can give to yourself.

When you live every moment of your life loving yourself, the world can be conquered! Try it and you will not regret doing that.

When the realisation that "I matter" dawns in, things start shifting for you.

He looked down at me with such love in his eyes that I could feel my whole self flushing.

It’s just a few days for my favorite girls to go enjoy themselves.” She again didn’t say anything, and I could’ve sworn I heard George gulp, most likely terrified. She seethed into the phone, “We’ll go on your little trip, Russel, but just know I’m onto you… I know you’re hiding something from me, and the second I find out what, it’s not going to be pretty.” She hung up, and I sighed as I looked down at my phone. “God, I love you, woman.

No, I’m not… and after that, if I haven’t bent you over my knee and laid my hand to your ass by then, I’m going to fuck some sense into you.

Josh growled… and yes, he literally growled at me and said, “Sweets, so help me, don’t you dare fucking move.

She was singing to him some slow song that I didn’t know; maybe Celine Dion or something. My baby has weird taste in music.

He placed the gun right above his kneecap and pulled the trigger.

sayings like, “Once you go black, you never go back.” But black represents darkness too, does it not? Black cats equal bad luck, Black Tuesday represents the start of the Great Depression, black eye, blackmail, the black hole.

I was the special one with the light–colored eyes and the lighter complexion. I was the one he hated and despised.

Oh fuck it, Josh, I trust you.

Josh closed the truck door so hard it shook the entire truck violently, causing the passenger’s window to shatter.

Ehi". Aprii gli occhi e vidi la sua testa abbassata verso la mia. "Stai bene?" Scacciai in fretta le lacrime. "Sì, sto bene." "Io ti sono al fianco, Greyson" disse, baciandomi la fronte con dolcezza. Ti sono al fianco. Non avevo mai sentito parole tanto belle.

Champagne Life,

I don’t have time for you to figure this shit out. Tell me what I want to know now!” I barked.

No leaf falls without His knowledge, nor is there a single grain in the darkness of the earth, or anything, fresh or withered, that is not written in a clear record.

the miracles, the hardships, the pacing, the climbs, the falls, and the soars, and Adam whispered, And I added, Alhamdulillah for it all

For Adam and Zayneb, it was a realization that love doesn't have a destination. That they had to wake up every day and decide to travel to each other again and again, even if their paths were twisty, or slow, or stalled by a huge avalanche, or cracked in two by an earthquake. Because their hard travel days also created days when they flew to each other. With hardship comes ease. And that truth was the bigger part of the story.

You're not tasked with the outcome. That's in Allah's hands. Yours is the effort.

change came via an injunction from an angel-"Iqra!" —telling him to do something he could not actually do: read. I remember when

only the effort is in our hands, Adam. We can't force or focus on what the end looks like; that's in Allah's hands

So he would get away from it all and sit in the cave to grieve and pray for change-yes, in the best ways he knew how. And then

Make it right according to our deen. The beginning of something can determine the beauty of the entire thing

What's only between you and Allah is the most important thing of all to pay attention to-nothing else comes close to it. Because while everything has rights over you in Islam, your soul, the part of you no one knows, has the greatest right of all, because it's the part of us directly connected to the Greatest of all.

With hardship will come ease. With hardship will come ease. With hardship will come ease.

And it is He who has set up the stars so that you might be guided by them when the land and seas are dark.

Mohammed bin Salman developed a fascination with consultants when he was setting up his own companies and his MiSK foundation before his father became king. One idea he loved was the creation of key performance indicators,

Following Zayneb into the classroom, I felt like the birds on her hijab; light and intent on soaring".

Inara what if I’m not in there?’ said Skedi as she traced her finger down ‘s’, ‘sk’, ‘ske’. He was half-listening for footsteps on the stairs. What would happen if they were caught? Would Telle’s smuggling be discovered? Would they undo everything? ‘I’m a small god of small power.’ Most gods lived and died for only a village, or a tree, or a well, only loved by few and mourned by fewer.