#charles

in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting of the house & grounds) ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#lily-briscoe #philosophy #beauty

all theories like cliches shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but believe is a graveyard. we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird wish us luck. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#fire #luck #poem #quote #beauty

We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#great-expectations #change

It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but rather the one most adaptable to change. ↗

— Leon C. Megginson

#change #charles-darwin #darwin #intelligence #misattributed

Sometimes you have to do things you don't like in order to make a change in the world. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#miasma #change

Charles Pierce, Bea Arthur, and I were like a terrible little trio. ↗

— Millicent Martin

#charles #i #like #little #pierce

There were still few rules at Down House, and Charles was not very good at enforcing the ones he and Emma did make. This was well known among his children. In 1855, when Lenny was about five, Charles walked in to find his son jumping up and down and tumbling all over a new sofa. 'Oh Lenny, Lenny,' Charles said. 'You know it is against all rules.' 'Then,' Lenny said to his papa, 'I think you'd better go out of the room.' And so Charles did. ↗

— Heiligman Deborah

#children #family-rules #humor #family

She tried to imagine what Charles would do if another man came up to him and said, "You bring me joy. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#humor #humor

Charles Sumner; “A Smacking breeze has sprung up, and we shall part this company soon; and then for the Atlantic! Farewell then, my friends, my pursuits, my home, my country! Each bellying wave on its rough crest carries me away. The rocking vessel impedes my pen. And now, as my head begins slightly to reel, my imagination entertains the glorious prospects before me… ↗

— David McCullough

#traveling #home

You remember I had a strong inclination all my life to be a painter. Under different circumstances I would rather have been a painter than to bother with these god-damn words. I never actually thought of myself as a poet but I knew I had to be an artist in some way. ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#kora-in-hell #modernist-poets #red-wheel-barrow #this-is-just-to-say #life