Castle Quotes

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Franz Kafka
“Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.”
Franz Kafka

“Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle.”
Nemo Nox

Diana Wynne Jones
“She was remorseless, but she lacked method.”
Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle

Mervyn Peake
“This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.”
Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan

Tahereh Mafi
“Ah, Ms. Ferrars. I don't know what you hope to accomplish by sitting in the corner.”
Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

Pat Frayne
“Favorite Quotations.
I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.
The worth of a book is measured by what you carry away from it.
It's not over till it's over.
Imagination is everything.
All life is an experiment.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly.”
Pat Frayne, Tales of Topaz the Conjure Cat: Part I Topaz and the Evil Wizard & Part II Topaz and the Plum-Gista Stone

Simona Panova
“Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –”
Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

Sherry Thomas
“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.”
Sherry Thomas, Not Quite a Husband

Meagan Spooner
“None of this was what held Yeva's gaze. Because in the bottom of the valley, straddling the river nestled in the foothills, was a castle.”
Meagan Spooner, Hunted

Merrie Haskell
“I’m alive,” he groaned. “But I’m not doing a very good job of it.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

David Day
“The castle, and all it represents, will always be with us. Once it was born, once the stone was made living, the repository of power made real, the idea could never be unmade. Even if all the castles of all the world were destroyed, in the minds of men they would be built anew; the wizard called imagination would raise high walls and towers out of ruins.”
David Day, Castles

“and the castle in which she dwelt was a prison to her; and sometimes sudden fits of gusty passion would overtake her, for weariness grew to hate, and hate to wrath,

"The Serpent's Head”
Lady Dilke

Merrie Haskell
“And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Merrie Haskell
“Perrotte frowned. “I’d like to turn a plowshare into a sword ,” she said. “I’d cut our way out of those thorns, and then use it to run my enemies through—” She bit off her next words and swallowed them. Sand stared at her, aghast. She met his eyes, defiant. “What? You don’t like bloodthirstiness?” she asked. “Pardon? No. I’m horrified that you would dull a sword on that thorn brake. I could make you some pretty good hedge shears.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Merrie Haskell
“The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it’s exhausting to get them out in the right order.” He glanced up at her. That sounded like an evasion if ever she’d heard one. She raised an eyebrow.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Merrie Haskell
“The magical force that had sundered everything in the castle had occasionally made some very odd choices in its destruction—Sand found a hammer that had been broken only at the wooden handle and not any of the metal parts, and another hammer whose handle was whole while the metal was broken.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Merrie Haskell
“Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.”
“Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?”
“Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe,” Perrotte said.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

The shrine I prayed at not to go to university,” Sand said. “I guess your
“The shrine I prayed at not to go to university,” Sand said.
“I guess your prayer was answered,” Perrotte said.
Sand strongly considered throwing something at her—but there was nothing to hand that wasn’t sacred.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Merrie Haskell
“Are you suggesting we eat cursed fruit? Vicious fruit? Attacking fruit?”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Merrie Haskell
“How did you get into the castle, Alexandre, son of Gilles Smith?”
Sand shrugged. “A saint kidnapped me from his shrine and put me into a fireplace here. So I guess the answer is, a miracle of Saint Melor. Or so I think. He has not told me.”
“If you are trying to antagonize him, you are doing a good job,” Perrotte whispered.
Sand scuffed his shoe at her. “I’m just telling the truth!”
“You’re very good at telling it in the most maddening way possible.”
“Thank you?”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Derek Milman
“This is a house full of misfits, everyone unmoored from the world outside these gates. They don’t belong out there. They live in a constantly moving dreamworld of imagined horrors, spurts of gore, skulking monsters---creatures more aberrant than themselves. After all, it takes true misfits to make believable monsters.”
Derek Milman, Scream All Night

“Use the arrows thrown at you, to build a castle.”
Gift Gugu Mona

Merrie Haskell
“A falcon. I can see that. I thought you said nothing lived here?”
Sand’s face went blank. “There was nothing alive, except for me, until Merlin. And then you.”
Perrotte bit back her exasperation, and said simply, “Go on.”
He twined his blunt-tipped fingers together, staring down at them. “I, erm. I found the falcon in the mews.” “So, it’s not true that there was nothing alive in the castle?”
“The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it’s exhausting to get them out in the right order.” He glanced up at her. That sounded like an evasion if ever she’d heard one. She raised an eyebrow.
“The falcon was dead!” Sand blurted out. “Stuffed and mounted, and then also damaged in the sundering. I mended him, and put him on the mantel, so I’d have something to talk to. But a couple days before you—you came upstairs—” He gestured helplessly at the bird, who stopped stripping water from its feathers just long enough to glare at the humans. Perrotte stared. “The bird came to life,” she whispered. “After you put it to rights, this falcon came to life. Just like me.”
“Well . . .”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Virginia Alison
“My home is my castle. Knowing it will be safe when I walk out of my door is key....”
Virginia Alison

“A fortress not only protects those inside of it, but it also enslaves them to work.”
Anthony T. Hincks

Jacqueline E. Smith
“Tonight, Dunadhar Castle is ours.”
Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

Jacqueline E. Smith
“After walking the Royal Mile, we visit Edinburgh Castle. Overlooking the city from the grassy hilltop of the Castle Rock, the fortress itself looks as though it has been carved from the very stone upon which it sits. It is powerful yet elegant, lavish yet wholly inviting to anyone fortunate enough to find themselves standing at the castle gate. These are doors and walls and windows that have seen kings and queens, saints and sinners, voyagers from all corners of the world. And now us.”
Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“The castle is situated at the terminus of a long and upward-winding mountain road. It presents a somewhat forbidding aspect to the world, for there is little about it to suggest gaiety or warmth or any of those qualities that might assure a wayfarer of welcome. Rather, this vast edifice of stone exudes an austerity, cold and repellent, a hint of ancient mysteries long buried, an effluvium of medieval dankness and decay. At night, and most particularly on nights when the moon is slim or cloud-enshrouded, it is a heavy blot upon the horizon, a shadow only, without feature save for its many-turreted outline; and should the moon be temporarily released from her cloudy confinement, her fugitive rays lend scant comfort, for they but serve to throw the castle into sudden, startling chiaroscuro, its windows fleetingly assuming the appearance of sightless though all-seeing orbs, its portcullis becoming for an instant a gaping mouth, its entire form striking the physical and the mental eye as would the sight of a giant skull.”
Ray Russell, Haunted Castles

E.L. James
“Life in the clouds sure feels unreal. A fantasy – a castle in the air, adrift from the ground, safe from the realities of life.

~Anastasia”
E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

Mehmet Murat ildan
“No castle can protect you, no castle but the Castle of Reason!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

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