Rafik Hariri Quotes

A collection of quotes by Rafik Hariri.

Rafik Hariri was a prominent Lebanese businessman and politician who served as the Prime Minister of Lebanon from 1992 to 1998 and again from 2000 until his assassination in 2005. He was born on November 1, 1944, in Sidon, Lebanon.

Hariri started his career in Saudi Arabia, where he established himself as a successful entrepreneur in the construction industry. He played a crucial role in the development of Saudi Arabia, becoming one of the wealthiest individuals in the country.

In the early 1990s, Hariri turned his attention to Lebanese politics and became an influential figure. As Prime Minister, he focused on rebuilding Lebanon after the devastating civil war that lasted from 1975 to 1990. Hariri played a significant role in revitalizing the country's economy and infrastructure, attracting foreign investment, and pursuing economic reforms.

On February 14, 2005, Rafik Hariri was assassinated in a bomb attack in Beirut. His death shocked Lebanon and sparked massive protests, known as the Cedar Revolution, which led to the withdrawal of Syrian forces from the country.

Hariri's legacy in Lebanon is most notably associated with his vision for a prosperous and independent Lebanon, as well as his contributions to the country's economic development. His assassination remains a significant event in Lebanese history, and investigations into the crime led to the establishment of an international tribunal to bring the perpetrators to justice.

It was as easy as breathing to go and have tea near the place where Jane Austen had so wittily scribbled and so painfully died. One of the things that causes some critics to marvel at Miss Austen is the laconic way in which, as a daughter of the epoch that saw the Napoleonic Wars, she contrives like a Greek dramatist to keep it off the stage while she concentrates on the human factor. I think this comes close to affectation on the part of some of her admirers. Captain Frederick Wentworth in , for example, is partly of interest to the female sex because of the 'prize' loot he has extracted from his encounters with Bonaparte's navy. Still, as one born after Hiroshima I can testify that a small Hampshire township, however large the number of names of the fallen on its village-green war memorial, is more than a world away from any unpleasantness on the European mainland or the high or narrow seas that lie between. (I used to love the detail that Hampshire's 'New Forest' is so called because it was only planted for the hunt in the late eleventh century.) I remember watching with my father and brother through the fence of Stanstead House, the Sussex mansion of the Earl of Bessborough, one evening in the early 1960s, and seeing an immense golden meadow carpeted entirely by grazing rabbits. I'll never keep that quiet, or be that still, again.This was around the time of countrywide protest against the introduction of a horrible laboratory-confected disease, named 'myxomatosis,' into the warrens of old England to keep down the number of nibbling rodents. Richard Adams's lapine masterpiece is the remarkable work that it is, not merely because it evokes the world of hedgerows and chalk-downs and streams and spinneys better than anything since , but because it is only really possible to imagine gassing and massacre and organized cruelty on this ancient and green and gently rounded landscape if it is organized and carried out against herbivores.

Christopher Hitchens