Charles Quotes

“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

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

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

“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

“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

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

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

“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

“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

“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

“Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fogs in the valleys; cellos, dark windowpanes, snow.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“She, I thought, was very beautiful, in an unsettling, almost medieval way which would not be apparent to the casual observer.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“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 and Last Essays of Elia

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“There seems to me to have been twice as much done in some ages in defending the Bible as in expounding it, but if the whole of our strength shall henceforth go to the exposition and spreading of it, we may leave it pretty much to defend itself. I do not know whether you see that lion—it is very distinctly before my eyes; a number of persons advance to attack him, while a host of us would defend the grand old monarch, the British Lion, with all our strength. Many suggestions are made and much advice is offered. This weapon is recommended, and the other. Pardon me if I offer a quiet suggestion. Open the door and let the lion out; he will take care of himself. Why, they are gone! He no sooner goes forth in his strength than his assailants flee. The way to meet infidelity is to spread the Bible. The answer to every objection against the Bible is the Bible.”
― Charles Haddon Spurgeon

“How dare you," she breathed. "How dare you."

Charles lifted one shoulder in an insolent shrug. "It was either kiss you or kill you. I thought I made the right choice." He strode to the connecting door and put his hand on the knob. "Don't prove me wrong.”
― Julia Quinn, Brighter Than the Sun

“He spoke her name, murmuring it over and over. She was losing herself, losing her ability to think. There was nothing but this man, and the things he was making her feel, and...

Ellie's ears pricked up.
...and a sound at the door.
"Charles," she whispered. "I think-"
"Don't think."
The knocking grew louder.
"Someone is at the door."
"No one would be that cruel," he murmured, his words disappearing into her neck. "Or that stupid."
"Ellie!" they both heard, and it was immediately apparent that the voice belonged to Judith.

"Damn," Charles swore, rolling off of Ellie.”
― Julia Quinn, Brighter Than the Sun