R.I.P mijn idool 10 maand geleden gaven we elkaar nog een hand en deed je iets voor me wat je niet gauw doet mijn dank daarvoor ! had je nog vele jaren gegund bikkel ????ut RFolle

Je zult voor altijd mijn favoriete acteur zijn.
RIP Rutger!

Mijn eerste kennismaking met Rutger Hauer was toen ik Floris zag, op onze jaren zestig-televisie. Ik was direct onder de indruk. Turks Fruit zag ik drie keer in de bioscoop, zo geweldig vond ik die film als 16-jarige. Rutger had gewoon iets origineels, iets heel eigens, dat maakte hem zo spannend. Ik wens hem een goede plek in de andere dimensie waar hij nu is.

I have met Rutger Hauer through poetry. In spring 2010 I wrote 'Butterfly photosynthesis...' and thought that this poem had been written for somebody who could read it - I always imagined Rutger Hauer would be the best person to make it sound correct. If my poem can not be read by Rutger, for he has passed away, perhaps I can dedicate it the whole write to this great actor and poet:

Butterfly photosynthesis...

I've seen clouds of butterflies and my heart fluttered like their wavering wings.
When they danced above me I admired colourful shapes: waves and rings…
It looked as if a child took a pen and left its doodles all over the sky -
the waves were the sea full of life, the rings were the sun, moon and stars…

‘Butterflies! Butterflies! ', I uttered in silence of this, as it seemed, an unearthly dream.
In response I heard their tremulous bodies that painted a mute, multihued scream…
I imagined they screamed about the future, full of bright, sunny, simple days.
Their wings were like fortune telling pages overwritten in many different ways…

So, I've seen cosmic explosions submerged in purple, light blue and grey gold,
their mystery swayed to and fro, sharing a story nobody has told…
Above it green hope blended with rouge and softened the air with pollen's scent -
I inhaled the smell of scattered rainbows, their hues sprang into the air then gently bent…

And I looked closely at the butterfly wings with greed to find and learn even more.
I saw the veins that gave them life and traced the map of their cocoon's core…
I looked at the palmate-veined forgiveness wrapped in a soft, silky yarn -
the branching hope fluttered in the dark, becoming a torn ends' holding darn…

And I saw dead butterflies, their vein skeletons looked like lace monuments:
strong like marble, as gentle as velvet, and beautiful like old, truthful friends…
And I imagined the butterflies were leaves born from buds of ancient oaks
or other mighty, mysterious trees, fed with sun beams, rain and hope…
Aleksandra Szymanska (quercus...)

Thank you for your work and the illusion you gave us with him ... rest in peace

We conversed in 2005, via email. You replied, to my delight/astonishment and answered every question I asked. A touch of class. My favourite actor ever, R.I.P to a true gentleman.

Anthony Corbett.

Gecondoleerd en heel veel sterkte met het verlies van deze markante persoonlijkheid en gewaardeerd acteur voor zijn weduwe, famile en nabestaanden

R.I.P.-Captain Navarre-you will be sadly missed but your work will last forever!

Wenn Alles bleibt, doch stets sich wandelt, können Geburt und Tod nicht Anfang noch Ende von Allem sein.

If everything remains, but always changes, birth and death can not be the beginning nor the end of everything.

Anke & Ingmar Vetter (Deutschland)

Just learned of Rutgers' passing and I am so, so sad. My favorite work of his is and always will be Ladyhawke. He was brilliant and dashing, and just a dream to behold. To his family and friends, and all the fans who are grieving with me: I am so sorry he's gone, but his legacy will live on within us and on screen. Rutger was truly a class-act, one of the last actors who could breathe life into a scene without help of CGI etc. He will be missed.