Charles Todd Quotes

A rough sort of child with a bullying nature and a particularly unclear concept of personal property.

When self-doubt awakens, it feeds on itself. . . .

Tell me something. Why is everyone so determined to believe Wilton is innocent?Surprised, Davies said, He's a war hero isn't he? Admired by the King and a friend of the Prince of Wales. He's visited S...

Ye ken, it's the living and no' the dead who know the truth. The dead still believe it was worth dying for. Charles Todd, Racing the Devil

Or mop up vomit and other bodily fluids from

There’s a narrow line between love and hate sometimes, you know. And it can be crossed unwittingly.

There have always been two standards, Rutledge answered. People called Fiona a whore, but there’s no name for a man who has an illegitimate child.

Time? Learning to forgive? To forgive yourself most of all? I can't cure you. But you may be able to cure yourself . . .

Courage is not measured byMarching bands and banners in the wind.If you have not walkedThe bloody lines and seen the faces,You have no right to describe it so.We die here to keep you safe at home,And...

For a moment the man from London and the woman in mourning considered each other in silence, each gauging temperament from the slender evidence of appearance.

Gallantry, he often told his men, is an act of great courage under fire, of bravery beyond the call of duty. But if it kills your comrades as well or puts the battle in jeopardy, then it is arrant pri...

He ran out of possibilities. Still, Blevins could perhaps help him there. Or Mrs. Wainer. On the other hand— Hamish said it for him. I wouldna’ be in haste to show it. Getting to his feet, Rutledge fo...

I decided to become a policeman to speak for the dead. They have no one else, you see. Somewhere there’s always proof of what happened, some piece of evidence that will obtain a conviction. It’s impor...

I lost my own daughter and I’ll never have another. The hurt doesn’t go away, no matter what you tell yourself. It’s there day and night. I’d have killed any man who touched her. Why should I stand fo...

It isn’t actually a question of guilt or innocence, is it? It’s a matter of what the jury believes, once we’ve told them what evidence there is on either side. Given the proper evidence, we could prob...

Now he realized that somehow those who had served in France and elsewhere knew a world that couldn’t be shared. How could he tell his sister—or even his father, if the elder Rutledge was still alive—w...

We left the flat together. I expected– dreaded– Mrs. Hennessy popping out her door and asking who my young man was. An escaped murderer, Mrs. Hennessy; my father will be horrified. But she didn’t come...

There’s a beauty in birds on the wing,That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creaturesLong for flight, but the larks above the battlefieldAre silenced by the sounds of war.I have watched birds out...

What of the hundreds of faceless men on the streets looking for work, trying to pick up the threads of family life, hoping that the dying had made a better Britain, and finding they were lost in it. F...

Franz Josef, Emperor of Austria and King of Hungary, was well into his sixties. His wife, the Empress Elisabeth, had been assassinated years before by an anarchist, his only son had died in a murder-s...