Quotes about Amsterdam

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It's hard to argue over money when a girl flashes you her pussy. — Oliver Markus Malloy, Bad Choices Make Good Stories - Going to New York
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find s — John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
This city is like no other city in the world. It is brilliant but it is bloated, and I've never called it home — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
The turnip cannot thrive in the tulips patch of soil. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
The rules of this house are written in water. I must either sink or swim. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
Because, Petronella - it's something in his soul. It's something in his soul and you can't get it out. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
All we can do if we're lucky is stich up the mistakes other people make. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
That may be. But to decide that I was never going to live as a proper woman was not your choice to make.' 'What do you m — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
Love your children, for they are the seeds that will make this city bloom. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
Words are water in this city. One drop of rumour could drown us. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
Take care, take care. This city thrives! It's money gives you wings to soar. But it is a yoke on your shoulders and you — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
Believe it or don't believe it, Madame. But my feet are tired too. Bloody tired. Like a dead man's. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
We're nothing more than prisoners to your desire. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
The ink was secret nectar, for Marin isn't married. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
There are horizons through the brickwork, you wait and see. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
What was once, is no longer. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
The night darkens, the stars unfriendly, the cold a knife upon her neck - but Nella waits, until she can no longer diffe — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
Neighbours watching neighbours, twisting ropes to bind us all. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
From little seeds great flowers grow. — Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist