Medveda Painter Quotes & Sayings

Oh, sure," Gansey said, still cold and annoyed. "God forbid young men display their principles with futile but public protests when they could be skipping school and judging other students from the backseat of a motor vehicle."

"Principles? Henry Cheng's principles are all about getting larger font in the school newsletter," Ronan said. He did a vaguely offensive version of Henry's voice: "Serif? Sans serif? More bold, less italics. — Maggie Stiefvater

The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free. — A.S. Byatt

It's all right for a perfect stranger to kiss your hand as long as he's perfect. — Mae West

By the all-powerful dispensation of Providence, I have been protected beyond all human probability or expectation; for I had four bullets through my coat, and two horses shot under me, and escaped unhurt, although death was leveling my companions on every side of me. Fifteen years after the battle, Washington — Richard "Little Bear" Wheeler

Art must anchor in nature, or it is the sport of every breath of folly. — William Hazlitt

We are told to value ourselves without feedback, but if nobody is making a pass at you or trying to take you to Bermuda, how are you supposed to feel? Confident? — Helen Gurley Brown

Any government which fears freedom of speech and expression, should fear the internet more. — Robert Black

I most often land up taking up the roles that I most detest. — Christine Lahti

Siddhartha had started to cultivate the seed of discontent within himself. He had started to feel like his father's love, his mother's love, and the love of his friend Govinda wouldn't make him happy forever, woudn't bring him peace, satisfy him, and be sufficient for all time. He had started to suspect that his illustrious father, his other teachers, and the wise Brahmins had shared the majority and the best of their wisdom with him, that they had already poured their all into his ready vessel without filling the vessel: the mind wasn't satisfied, the soul wasn't quiet, the heart wasn't stilled. — Hermann Hesse

We were not fathers also to convey the promise, as Abraham was; nor although the promise, as collectively taken, had belonged to us, as to Abraham it did. — Thomas Goodwin

It was a cycle of whimpers and bangs, gruesome beginnings and bloody ends. — Victoria Schwab

She hadn't known the tears were coming until it was too late to stop them.

She cried for the girl who had never belonged. A girl who tried so hard, harder than anyone else, and still never had anything to show for it. A girl who had been certain that Evret loved her and only her, and now she couldn't even remember what that certainty felt like. — Marissa Meyer