Charnelle Williams Quotes & Sayings

Acting is just a process of relaxation, actually. Knowing the text so well and trusting that the instinct and the subconscious mind, whatever you want to call it, is going to take over. — Anthony Hopkins

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee
by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite
respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore. — Edgar Allan Poe

He imagined that in his estate of eternal night he might somehow have already halved the distance to death. That the transition for him could not be so great for the world was already at some certain distance and if it were not death's terrain he encroached upon in his darkness then whose? — Cormac McCarthy

What, you can read Lucifer's mind now?" I asked. "No, he sent me a message on Facebook," Beezle said. "I don't even want to know what Lucifer is doing on Facebook," I said. "Reposting pictures, like everyone else," he said. — Christina Henry

The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering. — Hilda Doolittle

I'm doing what I like, why wouldn't I be happy? So what if it's not perfect, I don't believe in perfection. Maybe happy's as good as it gets. — John Dunning

Unfortunately, moral beauty in art - like physical beauty in a person - is extremely perishable. It is nowhere so durable as artistic or intellectual beauty. Moral beauty has a tendency to decay very rapidly into sententiousness or untimeliness. — Susan Sontag

A gated community of a historical sort, a fortress of barristers and judges who were also musicians, wine fanciers, would-be writers, fly fishermen and raconteurs. A nest of gossip and expertise, and a delightful garden still haunted by the reasonable spirit of Francis Bacon. She loved it here and never wanted to leave. — Ian McEwan

All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment. — T. S. Eliot

Being a mother is probably the hardest job in the world. I feel like, in a lot of ways, children come into the world to teach us. — Mariah Carey