Charles Quotes

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Charles Bukowski
“The area dividing the brain and the soul
Is affected in many ways by experience --
Some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
Some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
Some lose both and become:
accepted.”
Charles Bukowski

Rick Riordan
“Beckendorf walked up with his helmet under his arm. 'She likes you, man.'
'Sure,' I muttered. 'She likes me for target practice.'
'Nah, they always do that. A girl starts trying to kill you, you know she's into you.
'Makes a lot of sense.”
Rick Riordan, The Demigod Files

Patricia Briggs
“If it would benefit you, I would kill every wolf here. But there are things that you need to do -- and interfering with that is not protecting, not in my book. The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.”
Patricia Briggs, Hunting Ground

Patricia Briggs
“Are you done yet?' Issac called
Charles tilted his head back and called back, 'I suppose that's why they call you the five minute wonder.'
Anna could feel her eyes round and her mouth drop open 'I cant believe you just said that' She paused and reconsidered. 'I am so telling Samuel you said that.'
Charles smiled. kissed her gently, and said 'Samuel won't believe you.”
Patricia Briggs, Fair Game

Patricia Briggs
“And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death.
Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew.
He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil.
"Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.”
Patricia Briggs, Cry Wolf

Charles A. Beard
“When its dark enough you can see the stars.”
Charles Austin Beard

Patricia Briggs
“He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that”
Patricia Briggs, Fair Game

“Just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn't mean they're lost forever.”
Charles Xavier (X-Men)

Charles Bukowski
“I knew that I was dying.
Something in me said,
Go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept.
Then something else in me said, no,
save the tiniest bit.
It needn't be much, just a spark.
A spark can set a whole forest on fire.
Just a spark.
Save it.”
Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

Marissa Doyle
“Charles stepped forward, looking outraged. 'Him?' he cried. 'But I clobbered him! You can't marry him, Ally.”
Marissa Doyle, Bewitching Season

Charles Bukowski
“the first place smelled like work, so I took the second”
Charles Bukowski, Post Office

Patricia Briggs
“Ours, said Brother Wolf. She is perfect, our soul mate, our anchor, the reason we were created. So that we could be hers.”
Patricia Briggs, Burn Bright

Charles Haddon Spurgeon
“A philosopher has remarked that if a man knew that he had thirty years of life before him, it would not be an unwise thing to spend twenty of those in mapping out a plan of living and putting himself under rule; for he would do more with the ten well-arranged years than with the whole thirty if he spent them at random. There is much truth in that saying. A man will do little by firing off his gun if he has not
learned to take aim.”
C.H. Spurgeon

Patricia Briggs
“Pull over,” said Charles, his voice rough.
Isaac wasn’t going to argue with him. So he eased the van to a stop on the shoulder of the road.
Charles hopped out, patted the side of the car, and said, “Go on out to the address I gave you. I’m going to run the direct path and I should beat you there.”
It wasn’t until then that Isaac realized Charles had begun changing to wolf. Isaac couldn’t speak—except to swear at the worst bits—while he changed, and Charles could have a regular conversation, or something pretty close to it. Damn. When he grew up, he wanted to be like Charles.”
Patricia Briggs, Fair Game

Charles Haddon Spurgeon
“if any man thinks ill of you, do not be angry with him. For you are worse than he thinks you to be.”
Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Patricia Briggs
“There were four cars to choose from, identical except in color. Charles raised an eyebrow at Anna and she trotted around them, pondering.
"Gray, white, and silver would all blend in," she told him.
"By all means let's take the metallic orange," he agreed somberly.”
Patricia Briggs

Charles Lamb
“Gorgons and Hydras, and Chimaeras—dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies—may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition—but they were there before. They are transcripts, types—the archetypes are in us, and eternal. How else should the recital of that which we know in a waking sense to be false come to affect us at all? Is it that we naturally conceive terror from such objects, considered in their capacity of being able to inflict upon us bodily injury? O, least of all! These terrors are of older standing. They date beyond body—or without the body, they would have been the same… That the kind of fear here treated is purely spiritual—that it is strong in proportion as it is objectless on earth, that it predominates in the period of our sinless infancy—are difficulties the solution of which might afford some probable insight into our ante-mundane condition, and a peep at least into the shadowland of pre-existence.”
Charles Lamb, Essays of Elia

Patricia Briggs
“Your ghosts cannot have you, Charles. So exorcize them before I have to.”
Patricia Briggs, Fair Game

Katherine Rundell
“Amongst other things, that she thought you very beautiful. I told her a little about you. She said you had the face of a warrior”
Katherine Rundell, Rooftoppers

John Fowles
“He knew he was overfastidious. But how could one write history with Macaulay so close behind? Fiction or poetry, in the midst of the greatest galaxy of talent in the history of English literature? How could one be a creative scientist, with Lyell and Darwin still alive? Be a statesman, with Disraeli and Gladstone polarizing all the available space?
You will see that Charles set his sights high. Intelligent idlers always have, in order to justify their idleness to their intelligence.”
John Fowles

K.F. Breene
“This is what it had come to. Glitter. How he thought glitter had been a good idea, the Gods only knew."

- Charles' thoughts”
K.F. Breene, Charles

Patricia Briggs
“Who hurt you?" she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table. "He's dead," said Charles, his hand sliding up Anna's back reassuringly. "I killed him. If I could, I would bring him back to life so I could kill him again.”
Patricia Briggs

Patricia Briggs
“I'll remember your words," he told her with returned seriousness, though he pictured Anna taking her grandmother's rolling pin after the ghosts who haunted him, and it made him want to...smirk again.”
Patricia Briggs, Fair Game

“Life is meaningful only when it means something to others.”
A.S.Joseph Charles

Charles Dickens
“Ach, die Maler machen die Damen immer hübscher, als sie sind, denn sonst würden sie keine Kundschaft haben. Der Mann, der das Photografieren erfand, hätte voraussehen können, daß er kein Glück damit haben werde, denn es ist viel zuviel Wahrheit dabei!”
Charles Dickensen

K.F. Breene
“Something's gone very wrong when you're thinking about roaring like a lion in a leotard just to get off."

-Charles”
K.F. Breene, Charles

Charles Bukowski
“hay un viejo dicho:
cuando los dioses quieren
destruir a alguien,
primero lo ponen
furioso.”
Charles Bukowski, Escrutaba La Locura En Busca de La Palabra, El Verso, La Ruta

Charles Fort
“A procession of the damned: By the damned I mean the excluded. We shall have a procession of data that science has excluded. Battalions of the accursed, captained by pallid data that I have exhumed will march. You'll read them, or they'll march. Some of them livid and some of them fiery and some of them rotten. Some of them are corpses, skeletons, mummies, twitching, tottering, animated by companions that have been damned alive. There are giants that will walk by, though sound asleep. There are things that are theorems and things that are rags. They'll go by, like you could, arm-in-arm with the spirit of anarchy. Here and there will foot little harlots. Many are clowns, but many are of the highest respectability. Some are assassins. There are pale stenches and gaunt superstitions and mere shadows and lively malices, whims and amiabilities, the naive and the pedantic and the bizarre and the grotesque and the sincere and the insincere, the profound, and the puerile. A stab and a laugh and the patiently folded hands of hopeless propriety. The ultra-respectable! But the condemned, anyway.”
Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned

Jason Medina
“Charles never felt more helpless. To hear a cop calling for help and not be able to respond in what may very well be a life and death situation, drove him insane with anger and frustration.”
Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

Emily Foster
“Spring has finally come and the air has that fresh, muddy smell from rain earlier today. I think the sun should never set before eight p.m. There should be a rule.

“Petrichor,”

Charles says, walking beside me, his hands in his pockets and his satchel over his shoulder.
The word for that smell you’ve been inhaling as if it’ll get you high. It’s called petrichor. The stones release oils when they get wet, and that’s what the smell is.”
Emily Foster, How Not To Fall

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