Quotes About Castle

There are too many steps in this castle, and it seems to me they add a few every night, just to vex me" - Maester Cressen

Hundreds had come to the castle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Seven. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their lives.

The drawbridge was up and the portcullis down,

Any home can be a castle when the king and the queen are in love.

Stuff was nice. Love was better. Refocusing on Novo, he said, "I would rather be in a hovel with you than a castle with anybody else.

George said just off the top of his head, 'I'd like to see a metal castle in the snow,' Ã¢â'¬Â McQuarrie says. "George was looking for a place to put Vader's office." In one entry, Lucas seems to have reconstructed how he arrived at the name Darth Vader—a combination of the words dark, death, invader.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

... No, the office is one thing, and private life is another. When I go into the office, I leave the Castle behind me, and when I come into the Castle, I leave the office behind me.

Nothing will turn a man's home into a castle more quickly and effectively than a dachshund.

A man's home is his castle, and his wife is the janitor

A man's home is no longer his castle; it is no longer a place away from urgent tasks because the telephone breaches the walls with imperious demands.

The Encyclopedia Qwghlmiana had made much use of the definite article—the Town, the Castle, the Hotel, the Pub, the Pier. Waterhouse stops in at the Shithouse to deal with some aftershocks of the sea voyage, and then walks up the Street

Half of the castle has, at one point or another, been burned down by a combination of Barbary corsairs, lightning bolts, Napoleon, and smoking in bed.

Old Friend The Witch and the Werecat Of Reading and Plots Thieves in the Castle A Costly Mistake Vision of Perfection

Monasterium sine libris est sicut civitas sine opibus, castrum sine numeris, coquina sine suppellectili, mensa sine cibis, hortus sine herbis, pratum sine floribus, arbor sine foliis

And there's a woman dressed in white, who's nice to hear, and soft to touch, and she whispers, 'Colette, I love you very much' I have a place where no one is ost, and where no one cries, because crying is not aloud, on my Castle In the Clouds

If there were such a goddess in a book of olden tales, she would be the villain, tormenting the innocent from her high castle. The people of Weep were innocent—most of them—and she did torment them, but… what choice did she have?

Fairy-tale city. From the air, red rooftops hug a kink in a dark river, and by night the forested hills appear as spans of black nothing against the dazzle of the lit castle, the spiking Gothic towers, the domes great and small. The river captures all the lights and teases them out, long and wavering, and the side-slashing rain blurs it all to a dream. This was Akiva's first sight of Prague;

Soy la sacerdosista de un castillo de arena en una tierra de polvo y luz de estrellas.

I could not help but notice that in this regard the book, inanimate though it was, cared more for my welfare than any human in the castle.

I trust you are enjoying your stay in our castle?" I asked at last. "Would that I were, Your Highness. But I am afraid my sleep last night was quite troubled. This morning I identified the source of my bruises" – here he reached into a pocket of his waistcoat – "as a pea that had been tucked beneath my mattress.

Evolution intended us to be travelers….Settlement for any length of time, in cave or castle, has at best been…a drop in the ocean of evolutionary time." —Bruce Chatwin, ANATOMY OF RESTLESSNESS

He apparently intends to pass the castle on to his eldest daughter.' 'His daughter?' This was news to Pagan. Colin shrugged. 'They're Scots,' he said, as if that would explain it all.

Within and about the Forest of Tantrevalles existed a hundred or more fairy shees, each the castle of a fairy tribe. Thripsey Shee on Madling Meadow, little more than a mile within the precincts of the forest, was ruled by King Throbius and his spouse Queen Bossum. His realm included Madling Meadow and as much of the forest surrounding as was consistent with his dignity. The fairies at Thripsey numbered eighty-six.