C Quotes
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“Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.”
Source: Fangirl
“Cath probably should have texted Abel by now, just to tell him that she'd made it - but she wanted to wait until she felt more breezy and nonchalant. You can't take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.”
Source: Fangirl
“Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type. Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her. "They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch." Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered. Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon.”
Source: The Rainbow Rowell Collection: Eleanor & Park, Fangirl, Landline, and Carry On
“Cath shook her head. "Now is all you get," she spat out, wishing she could make more sense. Wishing for more words, or better ones. "Now is all you ever get.”
Source: Fangirl
“Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she'd ever written about Baz or Simon's chests. She'd written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi's chest was a living thing.”
Source: Fangirl
“Cath wished she didn't use the word "just" so much. It was her passive-aggressive tell, like someone who twitched when they were lying.”
Source: Fangirl
“Catharine dared not voice her opinion, but she knew, beyond the shadow of any doubt, that if the mothers of the world ruled governments, there would be no war.”
Source: Pechewa: An American Odyssey
“Catharsis comes from the ancient Greek word...which literally translated means 'to pass a hard stool'”
“Catharsis is about cleansing and healing at one and the same time - healing memories and attitudes, healing the spirit and the heart.”
“Catharsis isn't art. You can't rely on catharsis to get a laugh. Because guess what? People do laugh when something's shocking, but that is, to me, the absolute fakest of laughs. That's not something that sustains a television series, or a movie, or even 45 minutes of a stand-up set at Carolines.”
“Catharsis isn’t a wound being excavated from childhood.”
“Catharsis makes me free, for I do not prefer to be a prisoner.”
“Catharsis returns us to the purpose for which were originally intended - to be called by God to do good - and thus ultimately returns us to ourselves.”
“Cathedral of Light by Stewart Stafford
The wintry grey forest branches,
Embrace freezing fog as build,
Backlit by the pushy noon sun,
Revealing a cathedral of light.
An air frost of transient structure,
Reprieve from a hangman's bloom,
Naked limbs greeted the icy cover,
The looming cape of ersatz foliage.
Tongues of wind scatter the pop-up,
Six sheep in a straight line saw it off,
A still and sunny afternoon followed,
Frozen matinee fades another day.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
“Cathedrals are an unassailable witness to human passion. Using what demented calculation could an animal build such places? I think we know. An animal with a gorgeous genius for hope.”
“Cathedrals are built with pennies of the faithful. A great opera house also is a spiritual center, a temple of sorts, where many gather together for recreation, education, and inspiration - a blessed trinity worthy of public support.”
Source: The Fabric of Memory
“Cathedrals, luxury liners laden with souls, Holding to the east their hulls of stone.”
“Catherine [...] enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney, listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding him irresistible, becoming so herself.”
Source: Northanger Abbey: Horror and Romance
“CATHERINE: All these questions, and more, will be answered in the third volume of these adventures of the Athena Club, assuming this volume sells sufficiently well—two shillings in bookstores, train stations, and directly from the publisher. And should anyone wish to bring out an American edition—
MARY: You really have to stop it with the advertisements!
CATHERINE: If our readers want to find out what happens to Alice, they will need to buy the first two books! Of course, if they want me to leave Alice in peril . . .”
Source: European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman
“Catherine bristled at the amusement in his voice. He could laugh all he wanted when he stood tied to a wall utterly naked. A little humiliation might do him good.”
Source: His Pirate Seductress
“Catherine de Medici brought her cooks to France when she married, and those cooks brought sherbet and custard and cream puffs, artichokes and onion soup, and the idea of roasting birds with oranges. As well as cooks, she brought embroidery and handkerchiefs, perfumes and lingerie, silverware and glassware and the idea that gathering around a table was something to be done thoughtfully. In essence, she brought being French to France.”
Source: The Arrangement
“Catherine Deneuve is the man I've always wanted to be.”
“Catherine drew out an object wrapped in soft cloth. Gently she unwrapped a new pair of spectacles made of silver... gleaming and perfect, the oval lenses sparkling. Marveling at the workmanship, she drew a finger along one of the intricate filigreed earpieces, all the way to the curved tip. "They're so beautiful," she said in wonder.
"If they please you, we'll have another pair made in gold. Here, let me help you..." Leo gently drew the old spectacles off her face, seeming to savor the gesture.
She put the new ones on. They felt light and secure on the bridge of her nose. As she looked around the room, everything was wonderfully detailed and in focus. In her excitement, she jumped up and hurried to the looking glass that hung over the entryway table. She inspected her own glowing reflection.
"How pretty you are," Leo's tall, elegant form appeared behind hers. "I do love spectacles on a woman."
Catherine's smiling gaze met his in the silvered glass. "Do you? What an odd preference."
"Not at all." His hands came to her shoulders, lightly fondling up to her throat and back again. "They emphasize your beautiful eyes. And they make you look capable of secrets and surprises- which, as much as we know, you are." His voice lowered. "Most of all I love the act of removing them- getting you ready for a tumble in bed."
She shivered at his bluntness, her eyes half closing as she felt him pull her back against him. His mouth went to the side of her neck.
"You like them?" Leo murmured, kissing her soft skin.
"Yes." Her head listed to the side as his tongue traced a subtle path along her throat. "I... I don't know why you went to such trouble. It was very kind."
Leo's dark head lifted, and he met her drowsy gaze in the looking glass. His fingers went to the side of her throat, stroking as if to rub the feel of his mouth into her skin. "I wasn't being kind," he murmured, a smile touching his lips. "I merely wanted you to see clearly."
I'm beginning to, she was tempted to tell him, but Poppy returned to the apartment before she was able.”
Source: Married by Morning
“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
Source: Wuthering Heights
“Catherine glimpsed him again, leaning against the wall, arms folded. People passed back and forth between them, but she caught flashes of his face. His expression was tense and unhappy and his eyes still focused on her.
She ducked behind a large man to hide and chatted with various people to keep the distance of a room between them. She’d known Jim would probably be here tonight and she’d planned to greet him politely as a teacher would treat a student since everyone knew she was tutoring him anyway. But that smoldering look he’d given her had changed everything. The way he looked and the way she felt, surely if they got within a foot of each other the entire town would see the combustible attraction between them as if they’d shouted it aloud. No. Better to accept a dance with some white-bearded farmer who would swing her around hard enough to tear her bodice seam. Better to help Mrs. Hildebrandt cut one of the cakes at the refreshment table and gush over Polly Flint’s new baby or spend a moment in the coatroom fixing Jennie’s straggling curls. Better to chat or dance with every member of the Broughton community than admit to the fact that Jim was standing solitary and friendless in his brand new suit, waiting for her to acknowledge him At one point it seemed he might approach her as he moved through the crowd in her direction. But when Catherine flitted away, putting more distance between them, he stopped and stationed himself by the wall once more, leaving it up to her to come to him.
To her infinite shame, she didn’t—not even to say a quick “hello,” and when she next stole a surreptitious glance toward him, he was gone. She scanned the room. He’d left the building. She had no idea how long he’d been gone.”
Source: A Hearing Heart
“Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and he [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.”
“Catherine hoped at least to pass uncensured through the crowd. As for admiration, it was always very welcome when it came, but she did not depend on it.”
Source: Northanger abbey
“CATHERINE: I can’t write from Diana’s point of view.
MARY: Of course you can. You’re a writer; you can write anything. Just find your inner Diana.
CATHERINE: I don’t have an inner Diana.
DIANA: Ha! You wish. Everyone has an inner Diana.”
Source: The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter
“Catherine Keener really gets me. She and I have such a shorthand together.”
“Catherine Land liked the beginnings of things. The pure white possibility of the empty room, the first kiss, the first swipe at larceny. And endings, she liked endings, too. The drama of the smashing glass, the dead bird, the tearful goodbye, the last awful word which could never be unsaid or unremembered.
It was the middles that gave her pause. This, for all its forward momentum, this was a middle. The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that.”
“Catherine loved it too; (the music) but she said it sounded sweetest at the top of the steps, and she went up in the dark; I followed. They shut the house door below, never noting our absence, it was so full of people. She made no stay at the stairs' head, but mounted farther, to the garret where Heathcliff was confined; and called him. He stubbornly declined answering for a while - she persevered, and finally persuaded him to come to hold communication with her through the boards.”
“Catherine Marks came to stand on the other side of the doorway as if she were a fellow sentinel guarding the castle gate. Leo glanced at her covertly. She was dressed in lavender, unlike her usual drab of colors. Her mousy brown hair was pulled back into such a tight chignon as to make it difficult for her to blink. The spectacles sat oddly on her nose, one of the wire earpieces crimped. It gave her the appearance of a befuddled owl.
"What are you looking at?" she asked tersely.
"Your spectacles are crooked," Leo said, trying not to smile.
She scowled. "I tried to fix them, but it only made them worse."
"Give them to me." Before she could object, he took them from her face and began to fiddle with the bent wire.
She spluttered in protest. "My lord, I didn't ask you to- if you damage them-"
"How did you bend the earpiece?" Leo asked, patiently straightening the wire.
"I dropped them on the floor, and as I was searching, I stepped on them."
"Nearsighted, are you?"
"Quite."
Having reshaped the earpiece, Leo scrutinized the spectacles carefully. "There." He began to give them to her and paused as he stared into her eyes, all blue, green, and gray, contained in distinct dark rims. Brilliant, warm, changeable. Like opals. Why had he never noticed them before?
Awareness chased over him, making his skin prickle as if exposed to a sudden change in temperature. She wasn't plain at all. She was beautiful, in a fine, subtle way, like winter moonlight, or the sharp linen smell of daisies. So cool and pale... delicious. For a moment, Leo couldn't move.”
Source: Tempt Me at Twilight
“Catherine ne répondit point. Elle tourna lentement son regard vers la tapisserie contre laquelle il était appuyé. Alors elle ramena sur Charles un œil qui voulait dire : Alors, pourquoi vit-il ?
-Il vit... il vit... murmura Charles IX, qui comprenait parfaitement ce regard et qui y répondait, comme on le voit, sans hésitation ; il vit, parce qu'il... est mon parent.”
Source: La reine Margot, Tome I
“Catherine [of Siena] compares justice combined with mercy with a precious pearl. Justice without mercy would be dark, cruel, more like injustice than justice. But mercy without justice would be like salve on a sore which should be cleansed with the red-hot iron; if the salve is applied before the wound is cleansed it only makes it smart, and does not heal it”
Source: Catherine of Siena
“CATHERINE: Readers who are not familiar with the tale of Beatrice and Giovanni can find it in the first of these adventures of the Athena Club, in an attractive green cloth binding that will appear to advantage in a lady’s or gentleman’s library. Two shillings, as I mentioned before.
BEATRICE: You would use the story of my grief to sell copies of your book?
CATHERINE: Our book. I may be writing it, but you are all as responsible for its contents as I am. What is the point if we don’t reach readers? And honestly, Bea, you’re not the only one whose sorrows are being recorded here. I mean . . . Bea?
MARY: She’s gone back to the conservatory. I think you offended her—seriously offended her. The way you offended Zora.
CATHERINE: Why do you humans have to be so emotional?”
Source: European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman
“CATHERINE'S INTRIGUE
"Paige Edwards is a writer readers will want more of. Her exciting debut novel is destined to lead the way to more enjoyable books."
Jennie Hansen, Meridian Magazine”
“Catherine said, "There's something I don't get."
Ho waited.
"You're telling us you've got friends?”
Source: Slow Horses
“Catherine the Great, like others of her kind, did not succeed in imparting greatness to her descendants.”
Source: Catherine the Great
“Catherine was too wretched to be fearful. The journey in itself had no terrors for her; and she began it without either dreading its length or feeling its solitariness. Leaning back in one comer of the carriage, in a violent burst of tears, she was conveyed some miles beyond the walls of the abbey before she raised her head; and the highest point of ground within the park was almost closed from her view before she was capable of turning her eyes towards it. Unfortunately, the road she now travelled was the same which only ten days ago she had so happily passed along in going to and from Woodston; and, for fourteen miles, every bitter feeling was rendered more severe by the review of objects on which she had first looked under impressions so different. Every mile, as it brought her nearer Woodston, added to her sufferings, and when within the distance of five, she passed the turning which led to it, and thought of Henry, so near, yet so unconscious, her grief and agitation were excessive. The day which she had spent at that place had been one of the happiest of her life.”
Source: Northanger abbey
“Catherine went still. Her eyes closed against a sudden wet sting. 'Did you accept her proposal?' Leo nuzzled tenderly into the hollow beneath her ear. 'Of course not, pea-goose.”
Source: Married By Morning: Number 4 in series
“Catherine, you are not normal. You will never be normal. Don't try to be normal. Just don't.”
“Catherine Zeta-Jones started out like me. Her big break in Hollywood was in 'Zorro.'”
“Catherine! Get out of my way. I need to have a word with that thing." Since she usually called Bones "filthy animal", I assumed "thing" meant Ian.”
Source: At Grave's End: A Night Huntress Novel
“Cathleen Falsani: What is sin?
Barack Obama: Being out of alignment with my values.”
“Cathode-ray tubes are the most important items in a television receiver.”
“Catholic and Jew - it's very closely related, a lot of holidays, a lot of guilt, a lot of the same things going on.”
“Catholic, Baptist, or Jew. See, man named it Catholic. God didn't name them Baptist, Jehovah's Witness, or Muslim. God never gave them those titles. Man gave the titles. And that's what separates and divides people. There is only one religion, and that's the religion of the heart. And if you've got the right heart and you mean right...”
Source: At Home with Muhammad Ali: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Forgiveness
“Catholic Church reasserts its moral authority on contraception: If God believed in birth control, altar boys would have a uterus.”
“Catholic dioceses typically spent hundreds of thousands of dollars recklessly, then filed for bankruptcy. The goal was to avoid the money going to the hands of victims of predator priests.”
“Catholic doctrine and discipline may be walls; but they are the walls of a playground.”
Source: The Essential Gilbert K. Chesterton