Willemijntje Gerritsdr Quotes & Sayings

That without experimentation, a willingness to ask questions and try new things, we shall surely become static, repetitive, moribund. — Anthony Bourdain

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Lincoln?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
He made himself look at her face, at her wide-open eyes and earnest forehead. At her unbearably sweet mouth.
"I don't know," he said. "Do you believe in love before that?"
Her breath caught in her throat like a sore hiccup.
And then it was too much to keep trying not to kiss her. — Rainbow Rowell

When I go to the garage to pick up my clubs, I clean the spider webs off. — John Ratzenberger

Because of the myth of progress, it is much easier to sell a man an electric razor than a straight-edged one. — Jacques Ellul

Yorda slid down the side of the throne platform and walked again toward Ico. She moved differently now. This was not the Yorda he had led through the castle by the hand, the Yorda who would wander aimlessly if he did not call out to her. This was the queen's double, her puppet. — Miyuki Miyabe

If it was time that made me lost what we were, then i hate time ... — Maira Zafred Marinho Mesel

The attempt to prevent our kids from struggling for fear it might scar their permanent records is, instead, scarring them for life. — Heather Choate Davis

All Pieces of puzzle set on right place, but it'll take time & dedication !! — Akash Patel

Religion is a temper, not a pursuit. It is the moral atmosphere in which human beings are to live and move. Men do not live to breathe: they breathe to live. — Harriet Martineau

My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard - my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my fingertips. I touched the keys softly, as if gliding my hands through water, but the musical notes kept slipping between my fingers like bubbles, waltzing away in the blue radiance. — Ella Leya

Artist Allen Crawford brings Whitman's undying text to new life in gorgeous hand-lettering and illustrations, transforming the 60-page poem originally published in 1855 as the centerpiece of Leaves of Grass into a breathtaking 256-page piece of art. — Maria Popova