Novel & Cerita Quotes By Charles M Schulz

"I'm not forgetting, every day that I wake up and turn on the news and check my emails, I'm reminded." Charles sips on his whiskey, "Then do the right thing." "Pour me a glass." Charles takes the bottle of whiskey and puts it on the floor, "Not with that bun in the oven, I'm not."

"Who says that? Mr. Zeller is so trendy he puts me to shame." Charles burst into laughter. "Hear that? He says I'm trendy!" Carla rolled her eyes. "Mr. Quade's just being polite. Don't get carried away." Charles raised a brow, his tone utterly serious. "I never joke about these things. Mr. Zeller's sense of style is exactly why he managed to marry a young and beautiful lady like you. Isn't that right?" Carla laughed, obviously pleased as she instinctively touched her well-maintained face. "Alright, enough standing around. Mr. Quade, Serena, come and have a seat."

I responded , “And the ones who last are the ones who don’t let emotion pull the trigger.” I was walking on thin ice with that sentence. He released my throat abruptly. I stumbled back, coughing, dragging air into my lungs. My neck burned where his fingers touched. Charles straightened , smoothened his jacket, already composed again. Untouched. Unbothered. “You’re alive,” he said, “So learn the lesson.” “And what lesson is that?” I asked hoarsely. “That the devil doesn’t need reasons,” he replied, “Only reminders.”

What he read made him smile sadly: "A few days ago, I’ve read something that made me smile but also saddened me quite a bit. That’s what the phrase was saying: 'Who loves you, knows four things about you: the pain behind your smile, the love behind your anger, the reasons of your silence, and where to tickle you to make you laugh.' The phrase belongs to Charles M. Schulz, the author of the Peanuts. His words made me think a lot and I realized that, apart from Lucy, nobody knows these things about me. So, I’ll put these words out in the universe… Maybe someday, somebody would know all these about me: 1. I like to hide behind a smile. Sometimes it helps to avoid answering certain questions. I

the reporter said on the television. "Do you think Mr. Quinton will be taking any action? I mean, a group of punks just attempted to kill the best Mafia team money can buy. Hehe." Charles tried to laugh off the attempt on their lives. "Very funny, Charles Smith." Esther pouted and frowned; and Charles lowered his head in embarrassment. "Sorry... please don't bust my balls." Charles pleaded comically. Deep down, he liked Esther's pouty face as much as he liked her smile.

Xavier asked him. "Actually, I wanted you to teach me how to become famous like you. I mean, you are always on TV every now and then. I want to become like you," Charles said to him in a mockery tone. "Well, if you want to become like me, all you have to do is do exactly what I'm doing: ruin the image of your company, sell off the company, and also become the personal assistant to the person who you sold the company to," Xavier said to Charles, and immediately he burst into a round of laughter.

“For what?” “For your funeral rehearsal, obviously. We might as well drink to your sanity now, since it’s clearly already gone.” I exhaled sharply, but a small smile tugged at my lips despite myself. Only Charles could walk into my office, call my wife the devil, and still make me laugh while I was losing my mind. By the time I drove back to the estate, Charles’ laughter was still echoing in my head. “The devil at least cook well?” His words replayed like a broken record.

“Now, listen to me. Show up at her workplace and bring her some foods. Or whatever she likes. She might probably push you at first, but remember, anything worth having is worth fighting for.” “What the fuck has gotten into you today?” “I’m in the middle of reading a motivational book. It was a quote by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, anyway.”

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.