V Quotes
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“Van Gogh was impulsive.”
“Van Gogh was so under appreciated in his time, he sold only one of his 900 paintings while alive. Posthumously, he became one of the most famous artists of all time and his work is now considered priceless. Oh the irony.”
“Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.”
“Van Gogh, among others, believed in the religion of art, which, whatever else it involved, made it clear that art is more than the sum of its material characteristics and not simply a reflection of everyday life.”
“Van Halen can keep providing the rain and I'll keep providing the parade.”
“Van Halen is a work in progress.”
“Van Hermans wordt al 1½ of 2 jaar een roman aangekondigd, maar ik zie nergens iets ervan, ook geen voorpublikaatsies. Louis Paul Boon schrijft niet meer, maar schildert nu. Richard Minne is dood, Jan van Nijlen is dood, Pierre Kemp is dood. Het holle vat Mulisch is van eigen verbeelding gebarsten, Wolkers absoluut ongenietbaar geworden. Het zo geestdriftig begroete talent Hamelink is verzand. De gehele markt, de gehele Nederlandse levende literatuur is voor mij — een gek idee, net alsof je een heel groot strandbad of koncertzaal voor jezelf alleen hebt. Het is niet echt leuk, & je wordt er nerveus van. Autorijden terwijl er nergens ook maar iemand op de weg is, dagen, jaren lang. Toch moet je rechts blijven houden, richting aangeven etc. etc. Vreemd, heel vreemd. Kwam Willem Frederik Hermans maar eindelijk weer eens met iets groots.”
Source: Verscheur deze brief! Ik vertel veel te veel
“Van het Vlaams Blok kan men zeggen dat het de verworvenheden van de Franse revolutie zoals de. nadruk op broederlijkheid en gelijkheid - verwerpt of minstens zeer beperkend interpreteert ('Eigen volk eerst'). Die formatie huldigt ook een strenge arbeidsethiek: de verdeling van inkomen en allerlei sociale voorzieningen moeten zo nauw mogelijk gebonden worden aan het leveren van (economische) prestaties. Het Vlaams Blok wil bovendien dat het handelen van het individu zeker op het stuk van gezin, huwelijk en voortplanting - strikt aan de traditionele limieten van ethische aard zou onderworpen worden, Het gedachtengoed van ROSSEM is in zijn huidige staat erg vaag en incoherent, maar in ieder geval staat vast dat het geen verwantschap vertoont met wat hierboven van het Vlaams Blok is gezegd. Wat vooral opvalt zijn de libertijnse klemtonen en daarmee ligt het 'programma' van ROSSEM nogal dicht in de buurt van dat van de PVV. Een uiting daarvan is het ROSSEM-pleidooi voor de privatisering van de sociale zekerheid.”
Source: De betekenis van 24 november 1991
“Van Morrison is probably, at this point in time, my biggest influence as a vocalist. When we were making our last album I had a vinyl copy of 'Veedon Fleece' in the vocal booth in front of me, in the dorky sense. I think there were candles around, which is really tacky, but hey, I needed to channel Van the Man!”
“Van Morrison remains a singer who can be compared to no other in the history of modern popular music.”
“Van nature streef ons daarna om goed te lyk en goed te voel, eerder as om goed te wees en beter te word. Die meeste van ons energie gaan dan daarin om te beïndruk of te verdoof, eerder as om te groei.”
“Van nu af moeten wij onze markten zoo talrijk maken als mogelijk is. Geen ander middel bestaat er tot het bezweren dier nijverheidserisissen, waarvan de noodlottige gevolgen zich zouden doen gevoelen naar gelang van de ontwikkeling der aangetaste gedeelten. Wij moeten ook onzen handel aanwakkeren en den Belgischen voortbrenger in staat stellen langs Belgische wegen te vervoeren en bij Belgen te consigneeren, de goederen, waarvan de verzending naar verre landen weldra, naar ik verhoop, belangrijker zal worden,dank aan ons volmaakt werk en aan onze gematigde prijzen.”
“Van Ritzen is one of the funniest humans I've ever met. Read her book, laugh, lather, rinse, repeat.”
“Van Til's insight… was that antitheism actually presupposes theism. To reason at all, the unbeliever must operate on assumptions that actually contradict his espoused presuppositions — assumptions that comport only with the Christian worldview. The unbeliever's efforts to be rational and to find an intelligible interpretation of his experience are, then, indications that he bears a knowledge of God the Creator within his heart, though struggling to suppress it (as the Bible itself speaks of sinful man's condition)”
“Van Til's presuppositional approach: (a) locating his opponent's crucial presuppositions, (b) criticizing the autonomous attitude that arises from a failure to honor the Creator-creature distinction, (c) exposing the internal and destructive philosophical tensions that attend autonomy, and then (d) setting forth the only viable alternative, biblical Christianity.”
“Van, Van, we’re only simple, fallible mortals - we aren’t saints, we aren’t angels - we fall on our faces and make errors and sometimes people die of them - sometimes people we love dearly -”
Source: Magic's Pawn
“Vance has a genius in evoking the beauty of strangeness, the strangeness of beauty.”
“Vancouver is a beautiful area, I don't care what time of the year you're there. Vancouver and Calgary. Great places in Canada.”
“Vancouver is an amazing city and luckily, growing up in the Seattle area, I was able to immerse myself into the culture at a young age, traveling back and forth across the border for skating competitions as a youngster.”
“Vancouver is dope, everybody got across the border today.”
“Vancouver is one of my favorite places on earth. It's gray and rainy there a lot of the time, but for some reason, even though it's gray and rainy, I feel like it's a sunny day.”
“Vancouver is the most wonderful place. I put it up there with San Francisco and Sydney as a kind of magic sort of harbor city.”
“Vancouver Kickboxing is a term which is defined as knowingly using your physical force to protect yourself or your loved ones from any unwanted physical harm.”
“Vancouver was like a long kiss from a ponytailed girl. I left a piece of myself there.
Everybody does the first time.”
Source: On a Cold Road: Tales of Adventure in Canadian Rock
“Vancouver's a very child friendly city, there's... no doubt about that.”
“Vandalism ain't activism.”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“Vandalism Ain't Activism (The Sonnet)
Systemic change is a slow and tedious process,
It doesn't happen overnight by vandalizing society.
If vandalism and activism were one and the same,
Our jungly ancestors would've been the ideal humanity.
Change habits, change yourself, submit to no primitivity,
The change that you dream of, be the epitome of that change.
Obstructing traffic and refusing to let an ambulance pass,
You're not fighting any crisis, but being a crisis yourself.
Go fly a kite, it is good for the mind as well as body,
Get lessons on common sense before appointing yourself king.
The line between activism and terrorism is so thin that,
Often many go astray without having the slightest inkling.
I repeat, systemic change is a slow and tedious process.
The more you rush with recklessness, the more you digress.”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“Vandalism isn't activism, you morons! If you want to help the climate, help the green energy industry become mainstream.”
Source: Rowdy Scientist: Handbook of Humanitarian Science
“Vandals listen only when others are stronger.
If vandals are equal or stronger
Their word is the last word.”
Source: Circling: 1978-1987
“Vandana Shiva: We know what free trade means. The first free trade agreement written was by the East India Company. It means asymmetric trade. It means extraction. It means transfer of wealth.
[As quoted by DW Gibson.]”
Source: One Week to Change the World: An Oral History of the 1999 WTO Protests
“Vande Vasudhaivam Sonnet 68
Don't be fooled by my attire,
You think of me a fool because
I want you to think of me a fool.
I am a behaviorist, and by behaving idiot
I study who's true, who's a tool.
I don't dress all ancient like a monk,
yet monks come to hear the words I utter.
I don't dress fancy like world leaders,
yet world leaders look to me for answer.
I don't wear the uniform of law,
yet coppers study me to be better cops.
I never got to put on a white coat,
yet white coats study me to be better docs.
I am the person beyond the paradigm,
I am but a reflection of the best of humankind.”
Source: Vande Vasudhaivam: 100 Sonnets for Our Planetary Pueblo
“Vandens lelija
Mauruoto liekno viduryje
Baltesnė už balčiausią sniegą
Pražydo kažkuomet lelija,
Mauruoto liekno viduryje...
Ar šviečia saulė jai, ar lyja, -
Ji vis sapnuos paskendus miega -
Mauruoto liekno viduryje,
Baltesnė už balčiausią sniegą”
Source: Vasaris vėjas
“Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.”
Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.”
Source: My Merlin Awakening
“Vane held the reins of his desire in a grip of iron and refused to let his demons loose. Deep, primal instincts urged him on; experience held him back.
She'd never yielded her mouth to any man, never shared her lips willingly. He knew that absolutely, sensed the truth in her untutored response, read it in her lack of guile. But she was rising to him, her passion, her desire, answering his call, sweet as the dew on a crisp spring morning, virginal as snow on an inaccessible peak.
He could reach her- she would be his. But there was no need for any hurry. She was untouched, unused to the demands of a man's hands, a man's lips, much less a man's body; if he pressed too fast, she'd turn skittish and balk. And he'd have to work harder to bring her to his bed.
Angling his head over hers, he kept every caress slow, every plundering stroke deliberate. Passion lay heavy, languid, almost somnolent between them; as he claimed every sweet inch of the softness she offered him, he laced the heady sensation into every caress, and let it sink into her senses.
It would lie there, dormant, until next time he touched her, until he called it forth. He would let it rise by degrees, feed it, nurture it until it became the inescapable compulsion that would, in the end, bring her to him.
He would savor her slowly, savor her slow surrender- all the more sweet because the end was never in doubt.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“Vane met her wide gaze, and managed not to smile wolfishly- no need to frighten the prey. The view he now had- of delectable curves filling a gown of ivory sprigged muslin in a manner he fully approved- was every bit as enticing as the view that first held him- the gorgeous curves of her derriere clearly delineated beneath taut fabric. When she'd shifted, so had those curves. He couldn't remember when a sight had so transfixed him, had so tantalized his rake's senses.
She was of average height, her forehead level with his throat. Her hair, rich brown, lustrously sheening, was confined in a sleek knot, bright tendrils escaping to wreathe about her ears and nape. Delicate brown brows framed large eyes of hazel brown, their expression difficult to discern in the gloom. Her nose was straight; her complexion creamy. Her pink lips simply begged to be kissed. He'd come within a whisker of kissing them, but tasting an unknown lady before the requisite introductions was simply not good form.
His silence had allowed her to steady her wits; he sensed her growing resistance, sensed the frown gathering in her eyes. Vane let his lips curve. He knew precisely what he wanted to do- to her, with her; the only questions remaining were where and when.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“Vane passed the mashed potatoes across Bride to Fury, who stared at them with a fierce frown "What are these?" he asked. "Potatoes," Vane told him. "What did they do to them?”
Source: The Dark-Hunters (The Collection Thus Far)
“Vane pulled out his wallet and handed several hundred dollar bills to Henri. "Do me a favor. That guy downstairs Taylor. Give him the worst table in the house."
Henri's eyes danced with amusement. "For you, Mr. Kattalakis, anything." Vane took his seat as Henri walked off.
"That was so bad of you," she said with a coy smile.
"Do you want me to take it back?"
"Hardly. I was merely pointing out that it was bad."
"What can I say? I'm just a big bad wolf.”
Source: Night Play
“Vane's caught between two worlds, and the only way to fix that is to rip one away.”
Source: Let the Sky Fall
“Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”
“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”
“You deserved it.”
Source: My Merlin Awakening
“Vane strolled in. The smile on his face, curving those fascinating lips, was more than enough to make Patience inwardly swear that she would not, not for anything, give him the pleasure of knowing how flustered she felt. "What's the time?" Nonchalance laced her tones.
"Lunchtime," replied the wolf.
Feeling very like Red Riding Hood, Patience smothered a feigned yawn, then held up her arms and waved him closer. "You may carry me down then."
Vane's smile deepened. With elegant ease, he lifted her into his arms.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“Vane watched her reaction from under heavy lids, watched flaring passion light her eyes. Sparks of pure gold flashed in the hazel depths as he gently kneaded, then sent his fingers gliding over her silken skin. He knew he should kiss her, distract her, from what came next- but the compulsion to witness, to know her reaction as she learned what he would do, as he filled his senses with her, waxed strong.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“Vanessa called me Moth. But Charissa told me I hadn't declared my true colors yet. What did she mean?'
'She meant that your allegiance remains undetermined,' said Burnet. 'Argent is a name that can refer both to a Moth and a Butterfly. It means that you choose your colors, instead of having them imposed by birth.”
Source: The Moonlight Market
“Vanessa had changed her yellow dress for one of a vibrant butterfly-blue, and her curly dark hair had been braided into an elaborate coronet. Gold bracelets gleamed on her brown arms, reflecting tiny flecks of gold onto her skin. Surrounded by glass and chrome and lights, she was the most magical being Tom had ever seen.”
Source: The Moonlight Market
“Vanessa,” he murmured.
I stared at him. I knew instantly what he meant.
I had been thinking the same thing all along.
Remembering the horrible moment we spilled Vanessa’s groceries.
“Yes,” I agreed. “I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to believe it. But Vanessa did this to us. Vanessa is BLUUUUCK BLUCCCK turning us into chickens.”
“Chicken chicken,” he clucked.”
Source: Chicken Chicken
“Vanessa's mother worked as a costume designer for the movies. She wore clothes before anyone even knew they were in style. That was her job. She had to be a year or two ahead of everyone else. Sometimes it embarrassed Vanessa to have a mother so overly trendy. But Catty loved to go over to their house and try on her mother's designs.”
Source: The Secret Scroll
“Vanessa’s scream of terror pierced the air, while the pegasi flapped their wings and whinnied. Andy looked to the sky. A flock of giant ebony swans flew toward the clearing, visible just beyond the tall trees. Their shiny feathers shifted between black and silver in the sunlight. Their beaks were a dull bronze, their red eyes gleaming with malice. Together they let out a screech, and the trees shook.
Spencer’s jaw dropped. “That’s them. The Stymphalian Birds.”
Source: The Helm of Darkness
“Vanessa stood on the stage now giving out CDs and T-shirts to outstretched hands. She was dressed as a devil, in a slinky red dress. Glitter made her perfect tanned skin shine. Her blond hair was held back by devil horns and a long sinuous tail twitched behind her. She had lined her large blue eyes with tiny silver gems for this night.”
Source: The Sacrifice
“Vanessa was clearly enjoying the bath. Her brown hair flowed around her in slippery wet ringlets that very much brought to mind the arms and legs of a squid. Great quantities of bubbles and foam towered over the top of the tub and spilled out onto the floor, slowly dripping down like the slimy egg sac of a moon snail.
Vanessa was splashing and talking to herself and playing in the bath almost like a child. Ariel remembered, with heat, when she had been in that bath, and was introduced to the wonders of foam that wasn't just the leavings of dead merfolk. The whole experience had been marvelous and strange. Imagine the humans, kings of the Dry World, keeping bubbles of water around to bathe and play in. There was no equivalent under the sea; no one made "air pools" for fun and cleanliness.”
Source: Part of Your World
“Vanhat tavarat ja vanhat ihmiset pakenevat uusien tieltä.”
Source: Älä lue tätä kirjaa: kertomuksia keskenkasvuisille
“Vanhuuden salaisuus oli sama kuin lapsuuden salaisuus. Se mikä kasvatti heidät, myös vanhensi heidät. Se mikä ruokki heidät, myös tappoi heidät. Hän oli matkalla kotiin.”
Source: Pereat mundus: romaani, eräänlainen