#castle

Let us agree that we are marrying so we can go on quarreling in the greatest comfort and convenience. Oh, please, Althea, look at me. Do say yes. ↗

— Patrice Kindl

#althea-crawley #arguing #comfort #convenience #engagement

But I wasn't happy... when I heard you two had assaulted Castle Macindaw with just thirty men,' [said Halt]. 'Thirty-three,' mumbled Horace... The Ranger gave him a withering look. 'Oh, pardon me... three more men does make a lot of difference. ↗

— John Flanagan

#halt #horace #ranger-s-apprentice #men

But neither could compare with the gargantuan natural edifice that was the mountain upon which Nachtstürm Castle rose. It was a mountain made of the darkness between two lightning bolts. It was made less of earth than Stygian frost. Whole towns fell away as they ascended, as though the ranks of black and frowning conifers waged war against the humans below. Even the path – rather narrow and rarely straight – seemed less made by centuries of pilgrim feet and more by the trace of some careless demon’s claw. It was, in fact, perfect. ↗

— Emily C.A. Snyder

#jane-austen #nachtsturm-castle #northanger-abbey #nature

Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle. ↗

— Nemo Nox

#growth #saving #path

By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. "I'll make some hot buttered toast," she said. "Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??" Howl asked. "Make toast! ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#howl #howl-s-moving-castle #sophie #tragedy

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

— Franz Kafka

#castle #self #books

Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk." "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold sober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him. ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#castle #drunk #howl #sober #escape

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#description #gothic #owl #purple #ruin

Ah, Ms. Ferrars. I don't know what you hope to accomplish by sitting in the corner. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#juliette #accomplishments

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. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#built #castles #foundations #lost #need