Best Castles Quotes

And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you. That I’m tired of Castles in the Air. I’ve got a dream I want the world to share in castle walls. Just leave me to despair. Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky. A dream come true, I’ll live there ’til I die. I’m asking you, to say my last good-bye. The love we knew, ain’t worth another try.

Vote Labor and you build castles in the air. Vote Conservative and you can live in them.

If I was Simon Cowell for a day, I’d buy a bouncy castle, and jump on it. Then…pour ketchup on myself!

Simply by not owning three medium-sized castles in Tuscany I have saved enough money in the last forty years on insurance premiums alone to buy a medium-sized castle in Tuscany.

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

Perhaps this was what Queens did. Perhaps they held their Kings in the darkness, deep within their castles and allowed them that moment of weakness they could never show to anyone else. Perhaps they gave strength to their Kings, because everyone else only took it from them.

I headed for this white mountain, but was caught in the wind and the mist . . . I followed the cliff from north to south, but the wind, against which I was fighting, got even stronger. A break in the coast appeared to my right, just before Dover Castle. I was madly happy. I headed for it. I rushed for it. I was above ground!

I was getting really influenced by some darker, heavier electro stuff, like Crystal Castles. And I was listening to some dub-step elements, so I thought this was going to be the natural progression, taking my soft melodies and my soft voice and marrying it with something a little heavier.

Writing anything, it sorta starts the way you’d build a castle at the beach. You’re just taking your hands and you’re mounting up sand.

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

Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I laid wreaths at the Garden of Remembrance.

Observe that noses were made to wear spectacles; and so we have spectacles. Legs were visibly instituted to be breeched, and we have breeches. Stones were formed to be quarried and to build castles; and My Lord has a very noble castle; the greatest Baron in the province should have the best house; and as pigs were made to be eaten, we eat pork all year round; consequently, those who have asserted all is well talk nonsense; they ought to have said that all is for the best.

I write the lyrics based on what is going on in my life – I’m not going to write about the old hair metal stuff, like castles and stuff.

A field of clay touched by the genius of man becomes a castle.

At this slower pace the journey took a couple of days, and I fought off a few minor threats along the way –griffins, carnivorous plants, giant serpents, hostile centaurs, that sort of thing, purely routine –and I was beginning to get bored when at last the dusky towers of Castle Roogna hove into view.

People say after a fire it’s water damage that’s the worst. We’re still drying out Windsor Castle.

I will build you a castle with a tower so high it reaches the moon.

White Castle has a unique position in the Midwest. It is a cult brand that has developed a strong, loyal following.

My house is to me as my castle, since the law has not the art to destroy it.

It should almost be a prerequisite to play Castle Stuart before you’re allowed to design golf courses nowadays.

There are two ways of defending a castle; one by shutting yourself up in it, and guarding every loop-hole; the other by making it an open centre of operations from which all the surrounding country may be subdued. Is not the last the truest safety?

I don’t really have a lot of expensive tastes. What else am I really going to do with my money? Buy a little red sports car? Wear a lot of jewelry? Build a castle? Well… I might do the last one. Maybe. Eventually. But that doesn’t mean I can’t run Worldbuilders too.

Mendanbar took a deep breath. You could stay here. At the castle, I mean. With me. This wasn’t coming out at all the way he had wanted it to, but it was too late to stop now. He hurried on, As Queen of the Enchanted Forest, if you think you would like that. I would.

Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard’s castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.

I do enjoy animated movies. I really love anime and movies like ‘Spirited Away’ and ‘Howl’s Moving Castle.’

That’s the hell of sand castles. They are always doomed. That’s part of their beauty — their impermanence.

Don’t let it bring you down. It’s only castles burning, find someone who’s turning, and you will come around.

You know, I endeavor to be more like my older brother. He’s very magnetic. He’s actually very much like ‘Castle’ in that people are attracted to him, and just want to be near him. You want to know where my brother is in a crowded room? He’s the guy with the crowd around him.

Once upon a time there was an island named Blogosphere, and at the very center of that island stood a great castle built of stone, and spreading out from that castle for miles in every direction was a vast settlement of peasants who lived in shacks fashioned of tin and cardboard and straw.

I love doing ‘Castle.’ We pump out 24 episodes in 10 months, and we work long hours. We do lots and lots of takes, and everyone there is a talent machine. It is a taxing endeavour to say the least, but when you get into a groove, it doesn’t matter if you’re tired, it doesn’t matter if you’re sick. You can do it.

There’s comedy even in tragedy. There’s comedy in life. And in ‘Castle’, we go for that comedy.

Your task is to conquer yourselves, not ships, lands and castles. This battle is the one in which you especially are to ‘come off conqueror.’ It is fought every day. In fact, it is a continuing process which commenced a long, long time ago.

In all my characters, I try to find an iota of myself, and in Castle, I found a lot. He gets away with a lot, so that’s fun.

Castle is a guy living in a fantasy world. He’s in his imagination, writing these stories of murder.

I’ve spent a lot of recreational time walking around historical castles and estates, in Britain and Europe, and so I know what the real thing looks like