[T]he concern of man is not his future but his present, not the world but his soul. We must be just, we must strive, we must engage ourselves with the business of the world for our own sake, because through that, and through contemplation in equal measure, our soul is purified and brought closer to...
Action speaks louder than words but not nearly as often.
In the world I lived in, the world of human people, there were ties and debts and consequences and good deeds. That was what bound people to society; maybe that was what constituted society. And I tried to live in my little niche in it the best way I could.
Your efforts extend like ripples on the ocean, much further than you know.
A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds.
Your achievements die with you.Your deeds live on as your legacy!
To reprove a harm-doer, put him to shame by doing a good deed in return.
Hopefully, when your actions and deeds – and therefore other people – boast for you, you’re made tired of hearing it, too, from your own mouth because if not, all could lose sight of those actions and deeds behind the gong of your boasting.
Despite our human intelligence, we are very much like our friends in the wild; the world we live in is a survival of the fittest. But to this I say, let the fittest survive! Survival is overrated. We’re alive; we die. How long we survive for is of little significance. Our true significance lies not...
I carry my adornments on my soul.I do not dress up like a popinjay;But inwardly, I keep my daintiness.I do not bear with me, by any chance,An insult not yet washed away- a conscienceYellow with unpurged bile- an honor frayedTo rags, a set of scruples badly worn.I go caparisoned in gems unseen,Trailing white plumes of...
it’s much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.
A mistake isn’t a mistake unless it can’t be put right.
Even enemies are not indifferent to honorable deeds.
To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.
What you do is what matters, not what you think or say or plan.
As for those who disbelieve, their deeds are like a mirage in a desert. The thirsty one thinks it to be water, until he comes up to it, he finds it to be nothing, but he finds Allah with him, Who will pay him his due (Hell). And Allah is Swift in taking account.
Fanfare for the MakersA cloud of witnesses. To whom? To what?To the small fire that never leaves the sky.To the great fire that boils the daily pot.To all the things we are not remembered by,Which we remember and bless. To all the thingsThat will not notice when we die,Yet lend the passing moment words and...
The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they’ve died. They’re like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they’re made out of the memories people have of you.
If you could hear the angels pen your deeds… what would you be doing with your life?
One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.
The deeds of our hands is directly proportional to the thoughts of our hearts.
The road to happiness is paved with good deeds for others.
Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.
speak less about what you have done. think more about what you can do
All I ever seek from good deeds is a measure of respect.
The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the greatest intention.