Loss; is the returning of what never actually belonged to us in the first place.

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.

There's one advantage to being 102. There's no peer pressure.

I can tell you categorically that we at 60 Minutes did not pay Michael Jackson one cent.

God shapes the world by prayer.

Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.

I'm afraid that the gift of visiting the past is all that we have. We can revisit it, but only as it happened.

A strong new presence in poetry . . . Kei Miller's is a voice we will hear much more of, for it speaks and sings with rare confidence and authority.

To begin with the wine jar in learning the potter's art.

It would take centuries and he must grow and grow and grow, but he was in no hurry--he grokked that Eternity and the ever-beautifully-changing Now were identical.

The nation becomes the master of its fate not only when it has many good sons, but also when it possesses enough strength to restrain its bad ones.

Alike for the nation and the individual, the one indispensable requisite is character.