Charles M. Schulz Quotes

An eclipse is one phenomenon that is actually more impressive from the ground.

He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

Back in the late 1970's, when I was fifteen years old, I spent every penny I then had in the bank to fly across the continent in a 747 jet to Brandon, Manitoba, deep in the Canadian prairies, to witness a total eclipse of the sun.

There are many projects that I would have loved to be a part of, but I was not high-profile enough, or I had the wrong look. That's just something you have to expect.

Once every lunar eclipse, you should be able to see me smile!

The Venus transit is not a spectacle the way a total solar eclipse is a spectacle.

There was I thinking being a shifter had its upsides. Looks like I was wrong.

The longer an event is anticipated-a milestone birthday, an eclipse, a new millennium-the more likely it is to be an anti-climax.

A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.

Are you not entertained?

Disappointment proves that expectations were mistaken.

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.

The best night of my life was watching the moon turn red on an island .I think it was called the blood moon and it happens like once every - I don't know how long, but it was a beautiful night. It was a very magical moment.

And, you know, I still haven't been contacted by Mick Jagger, either!

Remember, frustration is out of expectation, and ego is always expecting. The ego is a beggar.

I expect to make big plays. And when I don't, I'm upset about it.

Anger is really disappointed hope.

You know how you let yourself think that everything will be all right if you can only get to a certain place or do a certain thing. But when you get there you find it's not that simple.

I was always in search of a perfect game and I never got it.

Who are you?" "No one of consequence." "I must know." "Get used to disappointment.

I thought when I started writing that I'd have a book out in four or five years, and as it became apparent that that wasn't going to happen, I became increasingly frustrated and unsure of myself.

Can't you just thank me and get over it?" "Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant. "You're not going to let it go, are you?" "No." "In that case . . . I hope you enjoy disappointment." We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel. "Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly. He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable. "I don't know," he whispered.

Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.

It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.

Sometimes I don't like people. And, you know, it doesn't bother me. The hard ones are when you really like somebody, really respect somebody and they make a mistake.