Gaatjes Prikken Quotes & Sayings

The hardness of a diamond is part of its usefulness, but its true value is in the light that shines through it. — B.K.S. Iyengar

You're a bastard, and this doesn't seem like a typical bastard activity. — Maggie Stiefvater

Experience tells me habits are stronger than love, fear, and necessity. — Alejandra Diaz Mattoni

The cost of research, development and testing of a new drug is vastly greater than the cost of each dose produced. How should we pay for new medicines? Innovators should be rewarded according to the impact of their medicine, and people should contribute to these rewards according to their ability to pay. — Thomas Pogge

The knight is a man of blood and iron, a man familiar with the sight of smashed faces and the ragged stumps of lopped-off limbs; he is also a demure, almost a maidenlike, guest in hall, a gentle, modest, unobtrusive man. He is not a compromise or happy mean between ferocity and meekness; he is fierce to the nth and meek to the nth. — C.S. Lewis

A dreary censorship, and self-censorship, has been imposed on books by the centralization of the book industry. — Erica Jong

Helen devises plans to become a monster herself. — Ekaterina Sedia

I love the sounds you make," he said, voice husky.
"I love that you make me make them. — Robin Bielman

If you are concerned that my memory for wrongs against me is longer than ten months,' said Laurent, 'there's no need for anxiety. I am sure you can persuade me you were genuinely mistaken. — C.S. Pacat

Is anything worth it? — Mary Boykin Chesnut

Children may not understand all that's happening below the surface of a story. It doesn't matter. Because even though they may not be able to define or verbalize it, they sense there's something more than meets the eye; on an almost subliminal level, they're aware of a richness of texture, or meaning and emotion
a richness that, in a great book, is inexhaustible. And the child may well come back to it again and again, perhaps long after he's stopped being a child. — Lloyd Alexander

Dimka wondered what it must be like, to love a woman for half a century and then lose her, suddenly, between one beat of the heart and the next. — Ken Follett