Quotes About Castle

Kierkegaard famously wrote "my sorrow is my castle." Unfortunately not all of us have as much space.

If I can generate enough income, I'd like to get a castle, a historic castle that I can restore.

Avrebbe voluto vivere in qualche vecchio maniero, come quelle castellane dal lungo corsetto che passavano le loro giornate sotto i trifogli delle ogive, col gomito sulla pietra e il mento appoggiato sulla mano, a veder arrivare, dall'estremo orizzonte della campagna, un cavaliere dalla piuma bianca galoppante su un cavallo nero!

And, most vivid of all, there was the dramatic epic of the rats - the scampering army of obscene vermin which had burst forth from the castle three months after the tragedy that doomed it to desertion - the lean, filthy, ravenous army which had swept all before it and devoured fowl, cats, dogs, hogs, sheep, and even two hapless human beings before its fury was spent.

I love you better than all in the world besides, dear little Snow-white, and you must come with me to my father's castle and be my wife.

My dad had a dream of living in an Irish castle, even when we were in Argentina, and in 1960 he found a place without any heat or running water. We had no money, so it was tough.

I remember a big meeting with the hosiery trade in Harold's ministerial room.

The Castle. He'd seen this expression far too many times during their marriage. The Castle was Bryony drawing up the gates and retreating deep into the inner keep. And he'd always hated it. Marriage meant that you shared your goddamn castle. You didn't leave your poor knight of a husband circling the walls trying to find a way in.

But John Marshal, having four sons and a fruitful wife, considered the youngest of his sons of far less value than a strong castle.

The house of everyone is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defense against injury and violence as for his repose.

I do enjoy animated movies. I really love anime and movies like 'Spirited Away' and 'Howl's Moving Castle.'

For starters, you must understand the inherent difference between a castle and a palace. A

It's simple, really, Alaric Wulf said. Lucien Antonescu is the prince of darkness. Jon nodded. Yeah, he said. We know. He's got a castle and stuff.

Fleeing the premises? Detective Canavan echos sarcastically. Have you been watching Castle again? It's a reasonable question, I say. And Castle 's a very good show.

Honestly, what good is owning a castle if the person you love doesn't want to share it with you?

And just like magic, the Isle of the Lost began to form before their eyes, including the hidden and forbidden zones. The Forbidden Fortress appeared, a menacing-looking castle of spiky walls and twisty towers, located on the edge of the island. Right in the middle of Nowhere.

The crumbling castle, looming among the mists, exhaled the season, and every cold stone breathed it out. The tortured trees by the dark lake burned and dripped, their leaves snatched by the wind were whirled in wild circles through the towers. The clouds mouldered as they lay coiled, or shifted themselves uneasily upon the stone skyfield, sending up wreathes that drifted through the turrets and swarmed up hidden walls.

Il castello era silenzioso come un mostro impalato.

Meanwhile the castle rolled. Great walls collapsed, one into another. The colours of the tracts were horrible. The vilest green. The most hideous purple. Here the foul shimmering of rotting fungi – there a tract of books alive with mice.

The castle was round and about them, widespread and as unchartable as a dark day.

Wyn eal gedreas. Isso é parte de outro poema que às vezes ouço ser cantado no meu castelo. É um poema triste, e portanto um poema verdadeiro. Wyrd bið ful ãræd, diz ele. O destino é inexorável. E wyn eal gedreas. Toda alegria morreu.

Obwohl Ollowain die Burg schon hunderte Male gesehen hatte, berührte ihr Anblick ihn stets aufs Neue. Es war ein Gefühl, wie es sonst nur Musik in ihm erwecken konnte, das traurige Lied einer Flöte vielleicht oder melancholisches Harfenspiel. Ein Schmerz, der sich nicht in Worte fassen ließ, süß und durchdringend.

The cabin in the woods is to the American Gothic what the haunted castle is to the European - the seed from which everything else ultimately grows.

No child is wholly wrapped in the present who has grown up seeing a Norman castle from his or her bedroom window.