Bartholomaus Bruyn Quotes & Sayings

Not if you like lies so much you want to live one — Mike A. Lancaster

If Uncle Monty had known known what bad luck was soon to come, he wouldn't have wasted a moment thinking about Gustav. I wish - and I'm sure you wish as well - we could go back in time and warn him, but we can't, and that's that. — Lemony Snicket

Society is full of varieties, is this possible to make all of them sensitive? Then there will be no politics. — Vikram Roy

The concept of physical beauty as a virtue is one of the dumbest, most pernicious and destructive ideas of the Western world, and we should have nothing to do with it. — Toni Morrison

I cannot attain the intensity that is unfolded before my senses. I have not the magnificent richness of colouring that animates nature. — Paul Cezanne

I'm an avid reader myself, and what any one reader accesses at any one time is very powerful and personal to them. Clearly you can't even begin to touch that. A novel is a singular vision, and then a myriad of readers have their own experience of that. — Darren Boyd

I've always been the sort of person who immerses myself in things, and eventually you become part of that life. — Marc Almond

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Once your dream is fulfilled you face another one. — Natalie Du Toit

Life is beautiful, when you make it beautiful — Roshni

Eve left Adam, to meet the Devil in private. — Alexander Pope

His quest was a wolf, and it starved. - Gansey — Maggie Stiefvater

But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly. — Charles Bukowski

Our glories float between the earth and heaven
Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun,
And are the playthings of the casual wind. — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

Imagination is the eye of the soul — Joseph Joubert