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In the evaluation of the dominant moods of any historical period it is important to hold fast to the fact that there are always islands of self-sufficient order — on farms and in castles, in homes, studies, and cloisters — where sensible people manage to live relatively lusty and decent lives: as moral as they must be, as free as they may be, and as masterly as they can be. If we only knew it, this elusive arrangement is happiness.

…. Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander’s banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head. And shouts ascend on high …..” Long live Scanderbeg.

There is no defeat unless one loses God, and then all is defeat, though it be housed in castles and buried in fortunes.

There is more pleasure to building castles in the air than on the ground.

If you want to get to the castle, Groceries, you’ve got to swim the moat.

He was dancing to some music No one else had ever heard He’d speak in unknown languages She would translate every word And then when the world was laughing At his castles in the sky She’d hold him in her body Till he once again could fly.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

I brought a picture with me that I had at home, of a girl in a swing with a castle and pretty blue bubbles in the background, to hang in my room, but that nurse here said the girl was naked from the waist up and not appropriate. You know, I’ve had that picture for fifty years and I never knew she was naked. If you ask me, I don’t think the old men they’ve got here can see well enough to notice that she’s bare-breasted. But, this is a Methodist home, so she’s in the closet with my gallstones.

No sovereign, no court, no personal loyalty, no aristocracy, no church, no clergy, no army, no diplomatic service, no country gentlemen, no palaces, no castles, nor manors, nor old country-houses, nor parsonages, nor thatched cottages nor ivied ruins no cathedrals, nor abbeys, nor little Norman churches no great Universities nor public schools — no Oxford, nor Eton, nor Harrow no literature, no novels, no museums, no pictures, no political society, no sporting class — no Epsom nor Ascot Some such list as that might be drawn up of the absent things in American life.

Your existence is passing before you. Grains of sand in the hourglass. The Wicked Witch of the West has you in her castle and she’s turned the hourglass over and the sand is running through. Will you be liberated or will you die? The only way you can beat death is liberation.

Who you really are, your True Nature, is no more tied to the kind of person you’ve been than the wind is tied to the skies through which it moves. Your past is just that, the past, a place within your psyche with no more reality to it than a picture of a castle on a postcard is made from stone. You have a destination far beyond where you find yourself standing today.

Know all things to be like this: A mirage, a cloud castle, A dream, an apparition, Without essence, but with qualities that can be seen. Know all things to be like this: As the moon in a bright sky In some clear lake reflected, Though to that lake the moon has never moved. Know all things to be like this: As an echo that derives From music, sounds, and weeping, Yet in that echo is no melody. Know all things to be like this: As a magician makes illusions Of horses, oxen, carts and other things, Nothing is as it appears.

Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.

Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.

Castle Rock and New Line each have their strengths, but the great thing about New Line is that they are a real focused-market, niche-market player who understand franchises. They probably understand the franchise business in motion pictures better than anyone else out there.

Temptations are enemies outside the castle seeking entrance. If there be no false retainer within who holds treacherous parley, there can scarcely be even an offer.

How can a troubled mind Understand the way? If a man is disturbed He will never be filled with knowledge. An untroubled mind, No longer seeking to consider What is right and what is wrong, A mind beyond judgements, Watches and understands. Know that the body is a fragile jar, And make a castle of your mind. In every trial Let understanding fight for you To defend what you have won.

The romantic artist, off alone in his storm-battered castle, fuming whole worlds from his brain, reflects his culture’s most persistent myth, of God creating from a primal loneliness.

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.

Who are the happiest people on earth? A craftsman or artist whistling over a job well done. A little child building sand castles. A mother, after a busy day, bathing her baby. A doctor who has finished a difficult and dangerous operation, and saved a human life. Happiness lies in a constructive job well done. Get your happiness out of your work or you will never know what happiness is.

An ancient prophecy … pronounced, That the castle and lordship of Otranto should pass from the present family, whenever the real owner should be grown too large to inhabit it!

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

Castles are Forrests of stones.

Tis best to build no castles in the air.

If you are going to build something in the air it is always better to build castles than houses of cards.

We start out postulating sharp boundaries, such as between humans and apes, or between apes and monkeys, but are in fact dealing with sand castles that lose much of their structure when the sea of knowledge washes over them. They turn into hills, leveled ever more, until we are back to where evolutionary theory always leads us: a gently sloping beach.

The outsiders have become kings and queens of the castle. It is a whole lot easier to sit outside the tent and throw firecrackers inside; it is much, much harder to sit inside the tent and govern not only your enemies, but your close friends as well.

[V]ariety of climate should always go with stability of abode…. an Englishman’s house is not only his castle; it is his fairy castle. Clouds and colours of every varied dawn and eve are perpetually touching and turning it from clay to gold, or from gold to ivory. There is a line of woodland beyond a corner of my garden which is literally different on every one of the three hundred and sixty-five days. Sometimes it seems as near as a hedge, and sometimes as far as a faint and fiery evening cloud.

Some books seem like a key to unfamiliar rooms in one’s own castle.

I grew up in a haunted castle, boys. If you’ve never had a ghost try to push you down the stairs, you’ve never lived.

I am inspired by great food, theater, books, the beach, black-and-white photography, and great vocalists, like Dianne Reeves, Alice Smith, and Shirley Horn. I am inspired by my mentor Diana Castle, who is guiding me towards a truth and honesty in my life and work that I have always longed for.

Your past is just that, the past, a place within your psyche with no more reality to it then the picture of a castle on a postcard is made from stone.

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

She was married for seven years to a concrete castle king. She said she wanted to learn to play the guitar and to hear her children sing. So I’d show up about once a week in my faded tight-legged jeans with a backlog full of hobo stories and dilapidated dreams.

so your father told you once that you were his princess you won’t see the castle you cannot find your prince and now you’ve grown a lot and your dress don’t fit right your daddy’s not a hero he stole your chariot so here you are in pieces trying to prove to us it’s real the softness of your smile and the lies you want to feel the scales beneath your skin are showing off today there’s evil in your heart and it wants out to play there’s evil in your heart and it wants out to play there’s evil in your heart and I have made a home here for me you’ll burn it down with your fantasy