Quotes About Castle

It was more of a castle than a house. It loomed over them, immense and massive, three stories high.

Miracle Max: Have fun stormin' da castle. Valerie: Think it'll work? Miracle Max: It would take a miracle.

señor del castillo–. No han encontrado a los Caballeros Rojos, pero sí sus huellas. –Sí –

They were climbing now, climbing the hill of hardened mud upon which the castle stood, and once they had left the lee of the dunes the flies grew less; the heat, on the other hand, was greater still. 'You are going a very disagreeable colour,' said Stephen. 'Should not you throw off that thick coat, and loosen your neckcloth? Heavy, corpulent subjects are liable to be carried off in a twinkling, if not by a frank, straightforward apoplexy, then at least by a cerebral congestion.

And what is the problem? It is the old problem of the anxious searcher - the mythic in the interior castle, the poet-pilgrim in a dark wood not sure how to proceed. Which way is the right way?

until Prince Albert bought it as a gift for Queen Victoria in 1852. They had built an entirely new castle there, and it remained their favorite holiday home. The rest of the time, they used Windsor Castle as their main residence, and preferred it with their

Anyway, Arianna and I left the castle very late one evening. I knew the knight on guard at the drawbridge so I hit hit him over the head because I didn't want to hurt him. Garion blinked. I knew he'd be honor-bound to try to stop us, Lelldorin explained. I didn't want to have to kill him, so I hit him over the head. I suppose that makes sense, Garion said dubiously. Arianna's almost positive he won't die. DIE? I hit him just a little too hard, I think.

A heart as hard as granite was slowly transformed to a heart ready to give and receive compassion. The story of the prince does that to men. It breaks them down, removes the rubble, and builds a castle where there once was a prison.

A heart as hard as granite was slowly transformed to a heart ready to five and receive compassion. The story of the prince does that to men. It breaks them down, removes the rubble, and builds a castle where there once was a prison.

A man's home may be his castle on the outside; inside, it is more often his nursery.

A man's home may seem to be his castle on the outside inside is more often his nursery.

A man's home may seem to be his castle on the outside; inside, it is more often his nursery.

Yonder lies the castle of my father. —TONY CURTIS (ATTRIB.),

Yonder lies duh castle of my fuddah.

Latimer is a papist, he suspects: but, so far, loyal. 'How do you like Snape Castle?' She wrinkles her nose. 'Well, you know. It's Yorkshire.' She touches his sleeve, nods towards a window embrasure.

Nearby a wide, brackish river froths, bubbling around rock. Tall, slender saw palmettos make lonely islands of rubble and root. On a steep slope, a single wall of a five-story concrete building stands. It looks like a castle cut from construction paper, flat instead of three-dimensional.

I haven't any objection to your thoroughly despising me, right now, because I'm convinced you'll come to love me. You'll find I have some tremendous abysses, some huge, focused emotions that fools think of as vices, but you'll never find me lazy, and you'll never find me ungrateful. In a word, I'm neither a pawn nor a bishop, my young friend, but a castle.

I decorated my house like a medieval gothic castle, European-style. Chandeliers and red velvet curtains. My bedroom is pink and black, my bathroom is totally Hello Kitty, I have a massive pink couch and a big antique gold cross.

a huge, reddish-yellow moon, a bloated, simpering, bloodthirsty moon, and the first sight of it turned every inch of my skin into a chilled carpet of goose bumps, all the hairs on my back and arms stood up and howled, and running through every corridor of Castle Dexter was a small and dark footman carrying orders to every Knight of the Night to Go Now and Do It.

The castle loomed ahead as I crested the rise of a dune. Even with the sun shining upon it, the stone walls were dark and begged me to ask what sinister secrets lay hidden in the shadows.

the castle's rarely seen owner, Sean Killdaren and his brother, Alexander, the Viscount of Blackmoor—a man

I moved on and saw an odd building jutting from the castle's main structure. Three-storied and glass-domed, it cast a shadow over half of the garden, marring its beauty. No

I'll give you . . ." He paused and made a flourishing gesture with both hands. ". . . a thousand dollars!" It was bad enough, thought Molly, that he thought she would sell Castle Hangnail. But for such an insultingly low price? "How about I give you a thousand legs?" she asked. "It'll require turning you into a millipede, but I think I can manage it.

Programming went back to the beginning of time. It was a little like the midden out back of his father's castle.