Kamander Char Broil Quotes

Àlways remember to make it a great day. ~ Char

How can we live without the unknown before us? ~ Rene Char

Eternity is not much longer than life. ~ Rene Char

Cheat at this game. ~ Rene Char

I am no better than anyone yet as good as everyone! ~ Mama Char

No man, unless he be dead in living, can feel at anchor in this life. ~ Rene Char

Children and geniuses know that there is no bridge, only the water that lets itself be crossed. ~ Rene Char

there is no absence that cannot be replaced ~ Rene Char

In my land we don't question someone who has been touched deeply.
There is no malign shadow over capsized boats. ~ Rene Char

If God had meant for us to focus on our past...HE would have put eyes in the back of our heads! ~ Mama Char

Impose your luck, embrace your happiness and go toward your risks: by looking at you, they'll get used to it. ~ Rene Char

What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience ~ Rene Char

What kind of people did he have aboard, Willy?" "Smart-ass kids." "Tourists, college kids?" He stared through me for a moment. "I knew one of them." "One of the kids?" "What the hell are we talking about? One of the kids. Yes. You know over the bridge on the right there, past where they're building is a place called Charlie Char-Broil. ~ John D. MacDonald

You only fight well for causes you yourself have shaped, with which you identify - and burn. ~ Rene Char

Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones. ~ Rene Char

My soul recognized him and it was easy to be in sync with him - to feel like I'd known him forever. ~ Char Sharp

Develop your legitimate strangeness. ~ Rene Char

A poem is the realization of love ... ~ Rene Char

Bone-char is a granular material produced by charring animal bones. Bone- char is used to refine crude oil into petroleum jelly. ~ Kayla Fioravanti

Companions in pathos,who barely murmur,go with your lamp spent and return the jewels. A new mystery sings in your bones. Cultivate your legitimate strangeness. ~ Rene Char

The poem is furious ascension; poetry, the game of arid riverbanks. I am a man of riverbanks – excavation and inflammation – not always able to be torrent. ~ Rene Char

If life can remove someone you never wanted to lose, it can replace them with someone you never dreamed of wanting. ~ Char Sharp

Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal. ~ Rene Char

What can be seductive about the eternal nothing is that the finest day is indifferently this one or any other like it. ~ Rene Char

Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd. ~ Rene Char

For an inheritance to be really great, the hand of the defunct must not be seen. ~ Rene Char

I believe in the magic and in the authority of words ~ Rene Char

In the darkness of our lives, there is not one place for Beauty. The whole place is for Beauty. ~ Rene Char

Imagination consists in expelling from reality many incomplete persons, making use of the magical and subversive powers of desire, to obtain their return in the form of a completely satisfying presence. This, then, is the inextinguishable, uncreated reality. ~ Rene Char

It is not whether your words or actions are tough or gentle; it is the spirit behind your actions and words that announces your inner state. ~ Rene Char

Today is felt to be the most complicated day in our lives and rarely in trying to deal with the issues of today, are we aware of the impact of the past on those issues. ~ Martha Char Love

How did writing come to me? Like bird's down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended. ~ Rene Char

Grandma just said 'sex'." Jake commented behind Char. "I think this is my favorite night ever."
"And you!" Grandma pointed the gun at Kacey. "Stop tempting him! He's a boy! He can't help his urges."
"Just kidding," Jake said. " 'Urges', 'urges' trumps 'sex'."
"Now! The both of you, back into your rooms so you can put this fornicating business behind you!"
"There it is," Char whispered. "The winner of the night."
"Fornication." Jake held out his hand from behind Char. She gave him a high five before they slowly closed their door.
Grandma called out their names.
"Quick!" Char yelled. "Get on the floor! This is not a drill! ~ Rachel Van Dyken

I believe in the magic and authority of words. ~ Rene Char

To be a poet is to have an appetite for a certain anxiety which, when tasted among the swirling sum of things existent or forfeit, causes, as the taste dies, joy. ~ Rene Char

But we live on the cusp of a Renaissance in consciousness of who we truly are and, thus, we can now begin to thrive in this exciting age of our humanity's journey toward a greater life and a more fundamentally intelligent evolution of our species. ~ Martha Char Love

generating enough heat to, in effect, broil the surface of the planet. ~ Elizabeth Kolbert

There is only the one like me, the companion man or woman, who can wake me from my torpor, set off the poetry, hurl me against the limits of the old desert for me to triumph over it. No other. Neither sky nor privileged earth, now things which set you to trembling.
Torch, I only waltz with that one. ~ Rene Char

Falling in love is not based on the length of time you spend together; it's based on the innate mindfulness of each other's joy. If you are true soul mates, you never meet as strangers, you meet feeling like you've known each other forever. You feel at peace, calm, happy - you feel complete. ~ Char Sharp

The combination of the Main brain with its central nervous system, and the ancient Animal Brain with its somatic, enteric nervous system in the inner body - in the gut - and the constant dialog between them provides a self-correcting feedback system, which regulates the behavioral qualities of the organism when consciously cultivated - preferably in early youth. ~ Martha Char Love

Just like it is so important to understand the difference in thinking and feeling to increase our Emotional Intelligence, it is important to take the time to understand the difference in emotional feelings and gut feelings to further increase our intelligence and facility of intuition that we call Intuitional Intelligence. ~ Martha Char Love

No one is here," Char said. "You need resist temptation no longer." "Only if you slide too." "I'll go first so I can catch you at the bottom." He flew down so incautiously that I suspected him of years of practice in his own castle. It was my turn. The ride was a dream, longer and steeper than the rail at home. The hall rose to meet me, and Char was there. He caught me and spun me around. ~ Gail Carson Levine

The presence of the inner feeling of emptiness directs our attention to a past experience of guilt and to our inner feeling awareness of the cause in the past. We must be sensitive to that feeling and accept it in order to chase down the cause, ferret it out, reassess the value of the experience to us in order not to further project the blame in anger outward to an external cause. ~ Martha Char Love

These feelings are too fierce to last. They can only burn, making us ash and char. ~ Mark Lawrence

I would rather my soul broil in hell than I do you any harm. ~ William Kidd

But she was decidedly immune to any of his so-called sexual char
wow, he smelled fantastic. ~ Julie James

Different century. It's totally okay. ~ Gwenn Wright

I know he brings out a better side in me, something that has been missing." ~ Char ~ T.H. Snyder

But charity begins surely with the char! ~ Ford Madox Ford

My contrariness kept Char laughing, and his goodness kept me in love. ~ Gail Carson Levine

These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in my words. ~ Laura Gentile

She thinks that if her son were to come home now it would be like waking from a dream. She would feel again. But the boy will not come home, and though she will not allow herself to know this, she knows it anyway. And so she makes brownies for the memory of her baby. She can't help herself---faint comfort is better than no comfort at all, you see? Her world is very cold, and this is the thing she warms herself over with.' Jennifer looked at the old woman cooking eggs in the kitchen and smiled sadly. 'It is a heart coal. ~ Scott Hawkins, The Library At Mount Char

Char is beautiful, smart, funny, and I love the way our bodies communicate with one another. It's as if she was made for me." ~ Riley ~ T.H. Snyder

The feel of his mouth on mine and the smell of his minty breath has me breathing heavy." ~ Char ~ T.H. Snyder

Her mind had been a blank story for so many years, and, suddenly, all the pages were filled with lost memories. ~ Rachel M. Greenebaum

Death upon the lips. Sound upon the air. Char upon the skin. ~ Brandon Sanderson

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear. ~ Ellen Hopkins

My dinners at home are startlingly simple. Every night, I stop at the market near my hotel and pick up a steak, lamb chops or some liver, which I broil in the electric oven in my room. I usually eat four or five raw carrots with my meat, and that is all. I must be part rabbit; I never get bored with raw carrots. ~ Marilyn Monroe

If you two had babies would they be like uber-von Strassenbergs? Would they be like eight feet tall? ~ Gwenn Wright

Char bought a pack of clove cigarettes, claiming they tasted good, to which I ask why doesn't she just go suck on a clove so I don't have to inhale her perfumed second hand smoke? ~ Julie Halpern

In the streets of the town goes my love. Small matter where
she moves in divided time. She is no longer my love, anyone may speak with her. She remembers no longer: who exactly loved her?
She seeks her equal in glances, pledging. The space she traverses
is my faithfulness. She traces a hope and lightly dismisses it.
She is dominant without taking part.
I live in her depth, a joyous shipwreck. Without her knowing,
my solitude is her treasure. In the great meridian where her soaring
is inscribed, my freedom delves deep in her.
In the streets of the town goes my love. Small matter where
she moves in divided time. She is no longer my love, anyone may
speak with her. She remembers no longer: who exactly loved her,
and lights her from afar, lest she should fall?

from "Fidelity ~ Rene Char

She wanted to burn the whole place to ashes but, at the same time, it would be kind of nice to see it again.

Home. ~ Scott Hawkins

The crime scene was a small burned out house, blackened support beams sticking up like rotten teeth from the piles of char and ash on the ground. The occasional curl of half-burned insulation lay like thin snakes, poisonous and waiting. ~ Alex Hughes

Some dry leaf blows into a campfire well-stoked and drawing well. What follows? That leaf catches at once, swiftly is consumed, a shadow withering briefly in the fierce light, and thereafter little remains, not cinder and ash so much as smudges of char. ~ Kai Ashante Wilson

Anyway, like I was saying, shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sautes it. There's, um, shrimp ka-bobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried. There's pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich ... That's, that's about it. ~ Mykelti Williamson

Char," I said, and asked for a third time: "Where did you learn to dance?"
He looked up at me then, though his hand was still fiddling with dials. "I taught myself," he said finally. "I go out a lot."
I nodded like I was very wise and knew all about going out a lot.
"How old are you?" he asked me suddenly.
"Sixteen."
Char hung his headphones around his neck. "I like that."
"What?" I felt self-conscious all of a sudden, and I crossed my arms across my chest. "That I'm only sixteen?"
He laughed. "That sounds creepy. No, I like that you're honest. Some girls might claim to be older, you know, so they seem more mature or whatever. You're not pretending to be anything you're not."
"I suck at pretending to be anything I'm not," I told him, leaning against the booth's railing. "It's not for lack of trying. ~ Leila Sales

These facts may suggest the advantage which the country-life possesses for a powerful mind, over the artificial and curtailed life of cities. We know more from nature than we can at will communicate. Its light flows into the mind evermore, and we forget its presence. The poet, the orator, bred in the woods, whose senses have been nourished by their fair and appeasing changes, year after year, without design and without heed, - shall not lose their lesson altogether, in the roar of cities or the broil of politics. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Pliny the Elder explained how the "milk" of the tithymalus plant could be used as an invisible ink. Although the ink is transparent after drying, gentle heating chars it and turns it brown. Many organic fluids behave in a similar way, because they are rich in carbon and therefore char easily. ~ Simon Singh

Char had a phone number. He had a home. He probably had a job or a college and a last name and parents and all of that, too. He didn't just spring into existence late on Thursday night and then blink out again at two a.m. He was a real person. ~ Leila Sales

I got my boots out of the closet, put them on, and buckled a belt with a knife on it around my waist under my robe. Baha-char was the place where you went to find things. Sometimes things found you instead and tried to take your money. ~ Ilona Andrews

It's not as easy as you'd think, burning a dead creature. Flesh and skin want to cook and crisp and char rather than ignite. ~ Christina Henry

It was more than that, he said, looking down briefly at her. Love fades when you die. I am clearly dead, but my love for her hasn't diminished. It still burns inside me like a flicker in a flame. ~ Rachel M. Greenebaum

We haven't officially met," she said softly. "I'm Charlotte Chamberlain. I'm very sorry for your loss."
...
"I'm so sorry, Char," she whispered...
"We're sorry we didn't give you a chance to explain," Madeline said. ~ Sara Shepard

But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles dusted his nose, and his eyes said he was sorry for me to go. ~ Gail Carson Levine

Char Miller's lively, insightful account of the life and world of American forester Gifford Pinchot fills a vitally important gap in environmental and conservation history. Anyone captivated by the issues and controversies surrounding the preservation and development of the nation's natural heritage should read this engaging, carefully researched biography. ~ Carolyn Merchant

There's nothing that can replicate the smoky flavor of char, so when I've got the hankering for it, I tell my wife that I'm taking care of dinner. I have three different types of barbecues - a coal, gas and smoker - so I can experiment a lot. ~ Guy Fieri

I know all about you," Char announced after we'd taken a few more steps. "You do? How could you?" "Your cook and our cook meet at the market. She talks about you." He looked sideways at me. "Do you know much about me? ~ Gail Carson Levine

Now no sign, no scorch or char, marks the place where George built the fire. Remarkable, earth's strength to restore itself and erase human effort. But memory, stronger still, can send flames as high as the roof, and shift the wind and choke George and sting his eyes with smoke ... ~ Larry Watson

Caldenia blinked. "Who are the attending parties?"
"The Holy Anocracy represented by House Krahr, the Hope-crushing Horde, and the Merchants of Baha-char. They coming here for Arbitration and they will probably try to murder each other the moment they walk through the door."
Caldenia's eyes widened. "Do you really think so? This is absolutely marvelous!"
She would think so, wouldn't she? ~ Ilona Andrews

She said nothing for a moment, unsure what exactly to say. She loved him with every breath she took. She would do anything for him. How could she word her affections? Moisture assembled in her eyes, and, to her surprise, a tear trickled down her cheek. There were many things she'd like to say, but she didn't know how. ~ Rachel M. Greenebaum

Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain. ~ Cormac McCarthy

I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far off to hear his voice, no words because I was too distant for speech, and no thoughts - those I saved for later. He bent his head. I loved the hairs on the nape of his neck. He moved his lips. I admired their changing shape. He clasped his hand. I blessed his fingers. Once, the power of my gaze drew his eyes ... ~ Gail Carson Levine

That Abbie is such a freaking brat who doesn't know anything! My William is wasting away in that castle and that stuck up, self-righteous cow doesn't even care because now she's just all ooooo, Peter I love you! Well I don't love Peter and he's a jerk. Let's go bust down the door!" She sat back and calmly pushed her hair from her face, "Now would you get me a soda? ~ Gwenn Wright

A life passed amid gangsters, thieves, smugglers, and gamblers had granted Amelia an unerring nose for greed, vanity, and other assorted venal characteristics, and in Miss Sparrow, she smelled rancid pride combined with the bitter char of unrequited love. She smelled the lemon tang of loneliness mingling with despair. Just under Priscilla Sparrow's skin, Amelia could tell, a rosemary blast of judiciousness rippled, followed by the must decay of jealousy and a lingering note of envy - in short (and in spite of all of Miss Sparrow's better attempts with Dick Crane), the odors of a lifelong spinster. ~ Tiffany Baker

The domain namespace is chaotic - every top-level domain and registry seems to have its own rules for things like minimum character lengths for domains, whether or not you can register at the top level (foo.nr vs. foo.com.nr for example) - and I didn't want to go compile all these nuances by hand. So I used Mechanical Turk to gather things like the min-char lengths for each top-level domain, top-level registration possibilities, and all the second-level domains they may or may not use (Brazil is the craziest). ~ Anonymous

I stole a bit of a chopped vegetable and was about to put it in my mouth when Jae's long fingers closed over my wrist. "What? You can't eat this raw?"
"It's bitter melon. You won't like it." He went into the fridge and came out with something that looked halfway familiar. "Here, leftover bao. There's char siu inside."
"The red pork stuff? Yeah, I like that. I thought it was Chinese."
"It is. We also eat hamburgers and spaghetti. ~ Rhys Ford

Hush Hattie!" I said, intoxicated with my success. "I don't want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan't marry the prince." I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and called out into the night, "I shan't marry the prince." I turned back into the hall and ran to Char and threw my arms about his neck. "I shan't marry you." I kissed his cheek. He was safe from me. ~ Gail Carson Levine

You're Piers Brandon, the Marquess of Granville, diplomat and secret agent in the Crown's service." She ran a fingertip down the noble slope of his nose. "And I'm Char - "
Her words were lost in a gasp.

With the speed and strength of a whip, he had her turned on her back, sprawled beneath him on the tufted carriage seat.
"You will be Lady Charlotte Brandon, the Marchioness of Granville, diplomat's wife and mother of my heir."
.......
"You'll be mine," he murmured. "I swear it, Charlotte. I will make you mine. ~ Tessa Dare

Rene Char wrote somewhere, apropos poetry, that there are those who create and those who discover; they are too completely different worlds. Photograph also has two sides to it and thank goodness, I am only intersted in those who discover; I feel a certain solidarity with those who set out in a spirit of discovery; I think there is much more risk invovled in this than in trying to create images; and in the end, reality is more important. ~ Henri Cartier-Bresson

Then there were the negatives. How he missed negatives. They were the actual rays of light, bounced straight off a landscape, an object, a person, and scarred on to the film. Photographic negatives were the hardest evidence you could get of your memories. They were the char left by the fire, the bruise left on your skin. The same light that carried to your eyes, on the day of your photograph, that image of your mother, or your father, or your close friend, had recorded itself on the film. And now, staring at the photo on the wall of Ida's transparent toes against the bed sheets, he thought how similar her feet were to negatives: both subjects of that half-world between memory and the present. These were not real, flexible, treading toes, but a play of light that showed where toes had been. ~ Ali Shaw

Maybe, like Tony Amsterdam, you have seen a vision of God that is gone only temporarily; withdrawn, she thought, rather than ended. Maybe inside the terribly burned and burning circuits of your head that char more and more, even as I hold you, a spark of color and light in some disguised form manifested itself, unrecognized, to lead you, by its memory, through the years to come, the dreadful years ahead. A word not fully understood, some small thing seen but not understood; some fragment of a star mixed with the trash of this world, to guide you by reflex until the day...but it was so remote. She could not herself truly imagine it. Mingled with the commonplace, something from another world perhaps had appeared to Bob Arctor before it was over. All she could do now was hold him and hope. ~ Philip K. Dick

Anna Chapman was born Anna Vasil'yevna Kushchyenko, in Volgograd, formally Stalingrad, Russia, an important Russian industrial city. During the Battle of Stalingrad in World War II, the city became famous for its resistance against the German Army. As a matter of personal history, I had an uncle, by marriage that was killed in this battle. Many historians consider the battle of Stalingrad the largest and bloodiest battle in the history of warfare.
Anna earned her master's degree in economics in Moscow. Her father at the time was employed by the Soviet embassy in Nairobi, Kenya, where he allegedly was a senior KGB agent. After her marriage to Alex Chapman, Anna became a British subject and held a British passport. For a time Alex and Anna lived in London where among other places, she worked for Barclays Bank. In 2009 Anna Chapman left her husband and London, and moved to New York City, living at 20 Exchange Place, in the Wall Street area of downtown Manhattan. In 2009, after a slow start, she enlarged her real-estate business, having as many as 50 employees. Chapman, using her real name worked in the Russian "Illegals Program," a group of sleeper agents, when an undercover FBI agent, in a New York coffee shop, offered to get her a fake passport, which she accepted. On her father's advice she handed the passport over to the NYPD, however it still led to her arrest.
Ten Russian agents including Anna Chapman were arrested, after having been observed for years, on char ~ Hank Bracker

She knew how to play him so very well.
He slipped his hand around hers. "Friends," he repeated roughly.
Her smile was bright enough to light up the room-and make him see stars. "Excellent! I'm so pleased. And now I really should go. I don't want to keep your family waiting."
His family. She was going out with his family. His mother and sister, who would no doubt think her absolutely perfect.
Perfect for Archer, who his mother was determined to see married, now that she had given up all hopes for Grey. Or perhaps they'd want her for Trystan, although he was still living the life of an adventurous young man.
"Have fun," he encouraged with all the false enthusiasm he could muster.
She flashed a quick grin at him over her shoulder as she made for the door. "I'm sure I will. Your brother will see to that."
As far as parting shots went, it wasn't bad. By no means mortal, but deep enough to wound never the less.
Alone once more, Grey returned to his chair and pulled the copy of Voluptuous out from underneath the cushion of the other. He stared at it for a moment, contemplating finishing the article on pleasing a woman orally.
And then, with a snarl, he flung the pages into the fire, watching ash and embers fly up in the assault. The paper caught quickly, giving off a sudden bloom of heat.
Women, he thought as he watched the magazine's mocking text blacken and char.
He would be much happier in his misery without them. ~ Kathryn Smith