Arthurian Quotes
Arthurian Quote of the day
Magic is a matter of focusing the disciplined will. But sometimes the will must be abandoned. The secret lies in knowing when to exercise control, and when to let go.
The essence of wisdom is to know when to be doing, and when it's useless even to try
I am like a ruined piece of parchment scrawled over and over again with your name, so many times it has become illegible.
Blanchefleur felt a quick rush of affection for her. When the world frowned, Branwen went on smiling. There was a heart of steel under all that froth and bubble.
Do not deceive yourself, Gawain. There are black places in the heart of every man.
Oh, Perceval, a falcon is born to hunt, and so are you. One day you will hunt indeed--but not yet." "Why? Am I not ready?"She looked at him sadly and said, "Give me a little longer.
Silence then, and the scent of apple trees, and the nightmare sense of grief that comes when a man wakes again to feel a loss he has forgotten in sleep.
Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.
He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” “Unfortunately, ” he said as gently as he knew how, “it would appear so.
Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?” Wasn’t that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, “Not enough.
He felt in his heart cruelty and cowardice, the things which made him brave and kind.
Beware what you speak, ' said the Merlin very softly, 'for indeed the words we speak make shadows of what is to come, and by speaking them we bring them to pass, my king.
Did you recently turn into a jerk or have you been one since birth?
Do I look like I want to be involved in your teen love saga? Ask someone who cares.
My name is Arianna Morganna Brittany DuLac--you can imagine why I went by the name Ryan.
Look out your window on a morning in spring, ten or twenty years hence, and perhaps you'll see me coming.
... the more I seek, the less I find.
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.
Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it.
I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.
He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.
Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.
Fighting in the name of freedom has too high a price, " Merlin sighed as he leaned into his mother's arms.
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing?
Well, can you tell her that?"He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will."Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.
If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.
You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us!""So many rules in this century, " Vane muttered.
Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?
He had only heard of dragons, and although he had never seen one, he was sure they existed.
The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.
The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.
