Jappie Mulder Quotes & Sayings

Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
Won't you sing your song to Earth as she passes by?
Your sweetest silver melody, a rhythm and a ryme,
A lullaby of pleasant dreams as you make your climb.
Send the forests off to bed, the mountains tuck in tight,
Rock the ocean gently, and the deserts kiss goodnight.
Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
You sing your song so sweetly after sunshine passes by. — Marissa Meyer

Creation takes place in bottlenecks ... A creator who isn't grabbed around the throat by a set of impossibilities is no creator. A creator's someone who creates their own impossibilities, and thereby creates possibilities ... it's by banging your head on the wall that you find a way through. You have to work on the wall, because without a set of impossibilities, you won't have the line of flight, the exit that is creation, the power of falsity that is truth. Your writing has to be liquid or gaseous simply because normal perception and opinion are solid, geometric ... You have to open up words, break things open, to free earth's vectors. — Gilles Deleuze

I just don't know that shame and fear need to be our teachers; rather, compassion, understanding, and love should be our guides. — Kyan Douglas

I had grown up under the heroic spell of the Abstract Expressionist painters, — Pete Hamill

Like breathing and swallowing, crying comes automatically to most kids, too. — R.J. Palacio

Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five. — Pam Brown

I essentially write for myself. — Leon Uris

A belief is not an idea held by the mind, it is an idea that holds the mind. — Elly Roselle

The figs on the fig tree in the yard are green; Green, also, the grapes on the green vine Shading the brickred porch tiles. The money's run out. How nature, sensing this, compounds her bitters. Ungifted, ungrieved, our leavetaking. The sun shines on unripe corn. Cats play in the stalks. Retrospect shall not soften such penury - Sun's brass, the moon's steely patinas, The leaden slag of the world - But always expose The scraggy rock spit shielding the town's blue bay Against — Sylvia Plath

It's almost been worth this depression to find out how little our big men know. — Will Rogers