H.W. Charles Quotes

I wouldn't like to live in a world where everything's as cut-and-dried as most people think it is

I can’t imagine it now, but I must’ve been innocent at some time in my life. A baby don’t just get itself born bad, do it?

It may sound trite, but using the weapons of the enemy, no matter how good one's intentions, makes one the enemy.

I believe in a different kind of magic. The kind we make between each other.

I don't think the world works on merit.

I always feel that there is a curtain, you know, that if I could just peek behind the curtain I'd see how the world really works. And since I haven't had it I have to write about it instead.

She hoped he was running to his red deer woman, and that when he tapped on the door of her heart, she'd open it wide and let him in.

I was going through the motions of life, instead of really living, and there's no excuse for that. It's not something I'll let happen to me again.

I'm not as trusting as people think I am. Sure, I see the best in people, but that doesn't mean it's really there.

It's the questions we ask, the journey we take to get to where we are going that is more important than the actual answer.

One cannot seek to uphold honor in a being that has none.

Writing music uses a whole different process that involves a lot of noodling and just seeing what comes.

It well becomes a man who is no longer young to forget that he ever was.

Nothing of what is nobly done is ever lost.

We never tire of the friendships we form with books.

Heaven suits the back to the burden.

A man must take the fat with the lean.

We must scrunch or be scrunched.

A man ain't got no right to be a public man, unless he meets the public views.

It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always say in Turkey, when they cut the wrong man's head off.

My hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father!

A contented spirit is the sweetness of existence.

We all draw a little and compose a little, and none of us have any idea of time or money.

Possibly we might even improve the world a little, if we got up early in the morning, and took off our coats to the work.

Are there no prisons?

Friendless I can never be, for all mankind are my kindred, and I am on ill terms with no one member of my great family.

Your voice and music are the same to me.

You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.

Joe gave me some more gravy.

I wear the chains I forged in life.

"Well," said my aunt, "this is his boy - his son. He would be as like his father as it's possible to be, if he was not so like his mother, too."

Anything that makes a noise is satisfactory to a crowd.

Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.

I wish I were the Commander in Chief in India... I should do my utmost to exterminate the Race upon whom the stain of the late cruelties rested.

If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is.

Eccentricities of genius.

Scattered wits take a long time in picking up.

In love of home, the love of country has its rise.

Don't be afraid! We won't make an author of you, while there's an honest trade to be learnt, or brick-making to turn to.

Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within;.

People like us don't go out at night cause people like them see us for what we are

Let me feel now what sharp distress I may.

Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!

The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within him.

Judiciously show a cat milk, if you wish her to thirst for it. Judiciously show a dog his natural prey, if you wish him to bring it down one day.

Lord, keep my memory green.

She's the sort of woman now,' said Mould, . . . 'one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing: and do it neatly, too!

You should keep dogs-fine animals-sagacious.

"O, Mrs. Clennam, Mrs. Clennam," said Little Dorrit, "angry feelings and unforgiving deeds are no comfort and no guide to you and me."

I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence.