H.W. Charles Quotes

Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of

There are only two styles of portrait painting: the serious and the smirk.

if you have to wait for it to roar out ofyou, then wait patiently.if it never does roar out of you, do something else.

When someone else's truth is the same as your truth, and he seems to be saying it just for you, that's great.

The total ugliness and indifference of the worst features of the human race come out in their driving habits.

the first place smelled like work, so I took the second

None can reply - all seems eternal now. The wilderness has a mysterious tongue, which teaches awful doubt.

you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole, love means eventual painvictory means eventual defeatgrace means eventual slovenliness, there's no wayout...you see, youunderstand?

my gardenin the sun and in the rainand in the day and in the nightpain is a flowerpain is flowersblooming all the time.

that's ONE thing that's wrong with intellectuals and writers - they don't feel a hell of a lot except their own comfort or their own pain. which is normal but shitty.

They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them.

Ya got cigarettes?” she asks. “Yes, ” I say, “I got cigarettes.” “Matches?” she asks.“Enough to burn Rome.” “Whiskey?”“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.” “You drunk?” “Not yet.

I assumed my first undivided responsibility.

It is the most miserable thing to feel ashamed at home.

[Credit is a system whereby] a person who can't pay, gets another person who can't pay, to guarantee that he can pay.

Gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of charcoal.

I must do something or I shall wear my heart away...

We went our several ways, " said Lady Dedlock, "and had little in common even before we agreed to differ. It is to be regretted, I suppose, but it could not be helped.

Old Barley might be as old as thee hills, and might swear like a whole field of troopers, but there were redeeming youth and trust and hope enough in Chinks's Basin to fill it to overflowing.

all people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair on a combin the dissolving moonlight.

the courage it took to get out of bed eachmorningto face the same thingsover and overwasenormous.

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.

if it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of everything, don’t do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut, don’t do it.

It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas when the Great Creator was a child himself.

. . . for not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent's love.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

I write fiction""What’s fiction?""Fiction is an improvement on life.

This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy.

The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn’t care

it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.

she wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.

They had an ugly look to one as prone to disgust and fear as the changes of a few hours had made me.

...I hope that simple love and truth will be strong in the end. I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.

Ah me!" said he, "what might have been is not what is!

He saw the world more vividly than other people, and reacted to what he saw with laughter, horror, indignation, and sometimes sobs.

Life wore a man out, wore a man thin.Tomorrow would be a better day.

To have all those noble Romans alive before me, and walking in and out for my entertainment, instead of being the stern taskmasters they had been at school, was a most novel and delightful effect.

Somewhere embedded in every ordinary book are the five or six words for which really all the rest will be written.

A word in earnest is as good as a speech

So be careful when you bend over.

When I went out, light of day seemed a darker color than when I went in.

Hell was what you made it

Perhaps the prayer that is offered when the time for praying is over is more terribly pathetic than any other. Yet one might hesitate to say that this prayer was unanswered.("The Undying Thing")

Oh, let us love our occupations, Bless the squire and his relations, Live upon our daily rations, And always know our proper stations.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

There's a light somewhere.It may not be much light butit beats the darkness.