Quotes About King Arthur

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Graham Chapman
Dennis the Peasant: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis: You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!”
Graham Chapman, Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Book): Mønti Pythøn Ik Den Hølie Gräilen

Marion Zimmer Bradley
“I think too many people presume to read the divine Scriptures and fall into such terrors as this,' said Patricius sternly. 'Those who presume on their learning will learn, I trust, to listen to their priests for the true interpretations.'
The Merlin smiled gently. 'I cannot join you in that wish, brother. I am dedicated to the belief that it is God's will that all men should strive for wisdom in themselves, not look to it from some other. Babes, perhaps, must have their food chewed for them by a nurse, but men may drink and eat of wisdom for themselves.”
Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place; and men say that he shall come again, and he shall win the holy cross.”
Thomas Malory, Le Morte d'Arthur

Winston S. Churchill
“It is all true, or it ought to be; and more and better besides.”
Winston S. Churchill

Rosemary Sutcliff
“We shall have made such a blaze that men will remember us on the other side or the dark.”
Rosemary Sutcliff

“Ah Gawaine, Gawaine, ye have betrayed me; for never shall my court be amended by you, but ye will never be sorry for me as I am for you”
Thomas Malory, Le Morte d'Arthur

Chris Dee
“Well then, take this thought with you for the dark hours to come: It is a ludicrous fiction that love conquers all, but it can, in fact, conquer quite a lot. I am Iason of the Blood, Knight of Arthur, King of the Britons, reborn into dark service in the year of Our Lord five hundred and sixty. My power is vast, and for none to arrogate but by my will and decree. My services are engaged, Selina. Tell me what you need to ease your pain in this, and it is yours.”
Chris Dee, Cat-Tales Book 3

Suzannah  Rowntree
“I mean,” he said, “that by your own showing, the greatest threat to heaven comes from within the ranks of the angels themselves. Before you can prove to me that heroes can defeat villains with nothing but the purest chivalric ideals, you must convince me that heroes do exist, and that villains are not a fanciful tale for children. You must tell me, sir, if you dare, that you are incorruptible, and that your colleagues and commanders are as pure as you.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Simon Armitage
“Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.
Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.”
Simon Armitage, The Death of King Arthur: A New Verse Translation

Sandeep Sharma
“A kind heart is like a slow poison for a warrior.”
Sandeep Sharma, Let The Game Begin

Alfred Tennyson
“To many-towered Camelot”
Alfred Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott

Suzannah  Rowntree
“Perceval said to the Grail Knight: “Will you break a spear with me this day?”

He did not expect Galahad to look down on him from Lancelot’s immense height and say, gently, as if he knew it must disappoint, “Sir, I cannot.”

“No? Well, there are others to fight,” said Perceval, trying not to show how vexed he felt to be denied the honour.

“Not for any lack of love,” Galahad added. “But for the regard in which I hold you, Perceval of Wales.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“In the dim sunset Perceval looked the glade over and said, “Does your lady wife think so little of sending you out on deadly errands?”
Sir Gareth unstrapped the blanket from behind his saddle. “It’s our fourth child. I’ve grown accustomed to it.”
“Of course,” Perceval said with a grin, “even dragonfire might burn less hot than my lady aunt’s temper.”
Sir Gareth cuffed Perceval across the ear. “For that piece of insolence, youngster, you take the first watch. And be glad you are so tender in years that I dare not risk my honour upon you in single combat to prove my Lynet as sweet-tempered as she should be.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“Do not deceive yourself, Gawain. There are black places in the heart of every man.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“He grinned. “Do not fear. I am here to serve you, as I promised.”
Despite the fit of schoolgirl giggles that had seized her in Carbonek when he first proposed to be her knight, his assurance annoyed her now. “You inspire me with confidence,” she said, honey-sweet. “With a few more years and experience, you would make a capable guardian, I’m sure.”
“And you an amiable ward,” he said, bowing again.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“It was like listening to the universe in motion. Planets spinning on their appointed courses, the lives of men intersecting and parting, the unimaginable harmony of the human body itself in hierarchy and order, were all implied in the song, but something greater as well: the genius of the composer, which must surely approach the miraculous. Perceval closed his eyes and was lost in the weaving music.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“Gawain laid his hand on his son’s shoulder. “Sir Perceval, when the priest reads the lesson, he says that he who would save his life must lose it. Good words for any man, for there are moments when cowardice will bring death more surely than boldness. But the ordinary man knows, when he goes out to meet the wolf in his road, that he may yet come home in peace. Not so the knights of the Round Table. We win through one deadly peril only to face another. If we banish one evil, we must go on to the next and after that, to the next—until death meets us in the path. We yield up our bodies every day, not for glory and fortune but so that those weaker than ourselves may live. Do you understand?”
“I do,” said Sir Perceval. “And I say that there is no nobler calling. I am content.” But then he thought of the Lady Blanchefleur kissing his brow on a night of fire and blood, and with a sudden ache of grief told himself that even a hundred years of peace would not be enough time to spend with her.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“I have fled from the wilderness fasting, with woe and unflagging travail,
I have sought for the light on the mountain, and skirted the devilish dale.
I have laid my mouth in the dust, and begged the Might to be kind,
I have come to the feast, and I famish. Now grant me the Holy Grail.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“How you must hate Logres,” she said in a dry mouth.
“Hate Logres?” He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “There is an anger that is deserved, Blanche. Tell me. Look me in the eye, if you can, and tell me—to my face—that Logres is without sin.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“She slipped off the lid and took out a little hourglass hanging on a silver pivot from a black ribbon, its belly full of twinkling black sand.
"Oh, it's beautiful!"
"You like it."
Her guardian, the antiquarian, who invested every colour, gemstone, beast, and planet with arcane and symbolic meaning, would likely give her a lecture on saturnine influences. Blanche decided not to care. "Yes, I do.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“A knight will give a lady a ring from his hand and take a kiss from her lips, when he wishes to love her and serve her all his days," she recited, as she had when he was small. She pulled the ring from the chain and held it out to him. "This ring is the knight's who swore to serve me. Take it. One day you may find a lady to wear it.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“Look out your window on a morning in spring, ten or twenty years hence, and perhaps you'll see me coming.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“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.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“Sir Ector looked into the fire, fidgeting with something in his pocket.
"I have something for you," he said at last. "It was your mother's." And he drew out the thing in his pocket and held it up to her.
The ring Blanche took from him was antique silver, cabochon-set with a glimmering moonstone. Her mother's ring! Blanche folded it into her hand and held tightly to the only thing her parents had left her.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“I did not do it for you, sire." Gawain was deadly serious now. "Death comes to us and all mortals. I shall still lose you one day. But Logres! The only perfection under heaven would fall if I could not save you.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“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.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“Then this is for you," Galahad said, and drew a knife from the pouch at his belt. It was an odd little thing, T-hilted and small enough to fit into a woman's hand. Its translucent blade, only an inch and a half long, was bound with scrolling bronze wire to the bone hilt. "Have a care. Obsidian is sharper than anything else in the world, sharp enough to make sunlight bleed.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Suzannah  Rowntree
“That night she dreamed about the King again.
She stood in a riverside meadow between greenwood and castle. Overhead the sun shone gilt in a sky like powdered lapis and struck golden sparks from the King's blood-red dragon banner.”
Suzannah Rowntree, Pendragon's Heir

Michel Pastoureau
“...[T]he king is lying down, severely wounded; one of his faithful companions, Lucan the Butler, approaches, in tears, to say a final farewell. Arthur stands up to embrace him, "holding him so tightly against his chest that he smothers him, crushes his heart and kills him." This is a strange and dramatic event, unexpected, serving no plot purpose, but an event that recalls that Arthur was in origin a bear-king endowed with superhuman strength: like the animal he could kill his enemy in hand to hand combat simply by pressing him against his chest. The king is not aware of his animal strength, but even as he is dying, he retains the power to cause death by a mere embrace, a power that no human being possesses. (p.53-54)”
Michel Pastoureau

Stephen Richards
“People keep telling me that I’m a legend in Merthyr and a legend in many other places. Here’s my understanding on that, what’s a legend? I don’t really know what a legend is, I don’t even know the word. I’m not a King Arthur reincarnate either. I might be one of the Round Table, but I’m not King Arthur.”
Stephen Richards, Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man

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