castles

They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and fingers tapping at casements, of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds, insubstantial specters and sheeted creatures, vampires and bloodhounds, bats and rats and spiders, of men found at dawn and women turned white-haired and raving lunatic, and of vanished corpses and curses upon heirs.

Love is the castle, doubt is the moat, desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.

Tonight his father had caught up, carrying all the horrors of hell with him. His mother could no longer protect him__ide him__nd now his father__ wrath would fall on him. He ran across the fields and through the forest, his bare feet carrying him as fast as they could go, aching and bleeding into the night. He could feel his father__ eyes on him and his stinking breath filling Raven__ nostrils as he rushed toward the only place he had ever found safe. He sobbed, choking on his grief and his frustration__he horrible guilt of carrying all the anger from his father into their house making him sick and afraid. He ran with lungs and muscles burning from strain, throwing himself through the doors of the castle when he reached them and only then chancing to look back the way he__ come.

Personal branding for dream fulfillment often comes like the process of building castles. You have to be attracted to the construction work carefully, consistently and passionately over time.

Every great building once begun as a building plan. That means, sitting in that building plan on the table is a mighty structure not yet seen.It is the same with dreams.

Some build their castles 'mid thunderbolts and fireworks. My worlds take shape in silence.

Your castles and strongholds shall have bars of iron and bronze, and as your day, so shall your strength, your rest and security, be._ Deuteronomy 33:25 AMP

What__ not to love? I made friends with a pretty girl and now we get to plan a castle break in. This beats the day to day kill, eat and survive.

Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.

Many CastlesOn My Travels i have been A guest in Many castles Yet the Monument Which i Find Divine Is the oasis Where the heart And the silence Intertwine.__silent lotus

People either build a castle or a dungeon. The former by their virtues, pull people into positive edifices with gainful impression. The later by their vices, push people into negative huts with painful oppression.

For a 12-year-old with a hyperactive imagination who liked to dream of dreary gothic castles, suburban Florida felt a little stifling.

If you can show people how to build castles, make sure you do not neglect building and nurturing your own.

It was once said that to hide something from prying eyes you must place it where people can see it.

I was reaching for one of the handles when I heard Heidler__ voice from behind me. __t would not be wise to enter. It is a bad time to disturb the dead.

She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. __ow can you be so calm?_ He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. __ome with me._ __or what?_ __hat__ part of the lesson._ Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? __enter yourself, and grab onto the here and now._ That made no sense__hat was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But she slipped her hand into his strong, calloused one. He hauled her up until she bumped into his chest. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face until she looked in his eyes. __isten to the world around you. Hear the birds? Hear the small animals scurrying? You are in this moment, this moment only, and sometimes that__ all you can do, all you can be._ His finger pulled away, brushing against her skin, and he tapped her nose, stepping away.

Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?

She needed a distraction. __as that your mother?_ The splashing stopped. __re you going to converse while I bathe?_ __hy not?_ __eels rather unseemly._ She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. __e__e supposed to be married, right?_ __ou have a point, however I would rather not discuss her right now._ __ think you__e evading me.___ayhap. Is it working?