Rijkerack Quotes & Sayings

Anything that is not necessary to the painting damages it. Henri Matisse — Volkmar Essers

Don't let your ears hear what your eyes didn't see, and don't let your mouth say what your heart doesn't feel — Anonymous

It seems the way to find some things is to lose yourself. — George MacDonald

I didn't get where I am by having reasonable goals — Ann Leckie

I never accepted a knighthood because to me, is honour enough? — George Bernard Shaw

I don't lie," I lied. — Holly Black

Dear God, teach me to be careless. — Hanif Kureishi

Dear Ron, and Harry if you're there,
I hope everything went all right and that Harry is okay and that you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too.
I've been really worried and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl, because I think another delivery might finish your one off.
I'm very busy with my schoolwork, of course'
'and we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley?
Let me know what's happening as soon as you can. Love from Hermione. — J.K. Rowling

Politics is a field where the choice lies constantly between two blunders. — John Morley

How I wish we lived in a time when laws were not
necessary to safeguard us from discrimination — Barbra Streisand

The night will close the door & fasten my anchor within the veil and I shall go away to sleep. — Samuel Rutherford

I'm just such a good kisser. — Ansel Elgort

Wailing and lamentation befit those who stand before the throne of life and depart without leaving in its hands a drop of the sweat of their brows or the blood of their hearts. — Khalil Gibran

If I were a woman. I need to be loved a great deal. My great problem is to be loved more, and that's why I write. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

If only
it were possible to juicily belch up the life
one's lived, chew it anew and gulp it down,
and then once more to roll it with a fat,
ox-like tongue, to squeeze from its eternal
dregs the former sweetness of crisp grass,
drunk with the morning dew and the bitterness
of lilac leaves! — Vladimir Nabokov