Mulard Bros Quotes & Sayings

Pseudo-artists think that being an artist means opposing whatever seems to be an establishment. That is not creative at all. True creativity is the ability to gain perspective wherever you may have missed it before. — Criss Jami

He licked her shoulder and pulled her closer, into the shelter of his body. "No worries, nysr. I'll watch over you while you sleep. And I'm not going anywhere. Not ever. — Jennifer Kacey

He is white-livered and red-faced. — William Shakespeare

When drawing the sun, try to have on hand colored paper, chalk, felt-tip markers, crayons, pencils, ball point pens. You can draw a sun with any one of them. Also remember that sunset and dawn are the back and front of the same phenomenon: when we are looking at the sunset, the people over there are looking at the dawn. — Bruno Munari

Don't ever, ever give up. Moses was once a basket case. — Larry Wilde

I love what I do, but it occurs to me I may have handed over a large portion of my life to fiction. — Joel Edgerton

This is Deirdre," said Addison. "She's an emu-raffe, which is a bit like a donkey and a giraffe put together, only with fewer legs and a peevish temper. She's a terrible sore loser at cards," he added in a whisper. "Never play an emu-raffe at cards. Say hello, Deirdre! — Ransom Riggs

Praise follows truth afar off, and only overtakes her at the grave; plausibility clings to her skirts and holds her back till then — James Russell Lowell

COLE HELD KYLE AS gently as he could manage. He wanted to pull her inside of him. Kneeling with her in the church had saved him. He realized now that she was his angel. There would be no denying her again. — Debra Anastasia

Let me belong again to that faraway place I left so long ago, from which I am alienated, and which has forgotten me, in which I am an alien now even though it was the place where I began, let me belong again, walk those streets knowing they are mine, knowing that my story is a part of those streets, even though it isn't, it hasn't been for most of a lifetime, let it be so, let it be so — Salman Rushdie

THE SADNESS IN OUR HEARTS SEEMS ENDLESS — Widad Akreyi

World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire
— Nelly Sachs