Avalon Quotes

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Sherrilyn Kenyon
“People with weaknesses get killed by the people who lack them. Notice I'm not dead.”
Sherrilyn Kenyon

Marion Zimmer Bradley
“And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea.”
Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

Marion Zimmer Bradley
“Avalon will always be there for all men to find if they can seek the way thither, throughout all the ages past the ages. If they cannot find the way to Avalon, it is a sign, perhaps, that they are not ready." - Kevin”
Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

Dee Marie
“Fighting in the name of freedom has too high a price," Merlin sighed as he leaned into his mother's arms.”
Dee Marie, Sons of Avalon: Merlin's Prophecy

Jodine Turner
“Carry on the Flame to a new dawn I am with you.
~the Goddess of the Stars and the Sea”
Jodine Turner, The Keys to Remember

Stacey O'Neale
“I wonder if I can get pizza in Avalon.”
Stacey O'Neale, Mortal Enchantment

Marion Zimmer Bradley
“They have not forgotten the Mysteries,” she said, “they have found them too difficult. They want a God who will care for them, who will not demand that they struggle for enlightenment, but who will accept them just as they are, with all their sins, and take away their sins with repentance. It is not so, it will never be so, but perhaps it is the only way the unenlightened can bear to think of their Gods.” Lancelet smiled bitterly. “Perhaps a religion which demands that every man must work through lifetime after lifetime for his own salvation is too much for mankind. They want not to wait for God’s justice, but to see it now. And that is the lure which this new breed of priests has promised them.”
Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

Bailey Bristol
“Jess Pepper's review of the Avalon Strings:

'In a land so very civilized and modern as ours, it is unpopular to suggest that the mystical isle of Avalon ever truly existed. But I believe I have found proof of it right here in Manhattan.

To understand my reasoning, you must recall first that enchanting tale of a mist-enshrouded isle where medieval women--descended from the gods--spawned heroic men. Most notable among these was the young King Arthur. In their most secret confessions, these mystic heroes acknowledged Avalon, and particularly the music of its maidens, as the source of their power.

Many a school boy has wept reading of Young King Arthur standing silent on the shore as the magical isle disappears from view, shrouded in mist.

The boy longs as Arthur did to leap the bank and pilot his canoe to the distant, singing atoll. To rejoin nymphs who guard in the depths of their water caves the meaning of life. To feel again the power that burns within.

But knowledge fades and memory dims, and schoolboys grow up. As the legend goes, the way became unknown to mortal man. Only woman could navigate the treacherous blanket of white that dipped and swirled at the surface of the water.

And with its fading went also the music of the fabled isle.

Harps and strings that heralded the dawn and incited robed maidens to dance evaporated into the mists of time, and silence ruled.

But I tell you, Kind Reader, that the music of Avalon lives. The spirit that enchanted knights in chain mail long eons ago is reborn in our fair city, in our own small band of fair maids who tap that legendary spirit to make music as the Avalon Strings.

Theirs is no common gift. Theirs is no ordinary sound. It is driven by a fire from within, borne on fingers bloodied by repetition. Minds tormented by a thirst for perfection.

And most startling of all is the voice that rises above, the stunning virtuoso whose example leads her small company to higher planes.
Could any other collection of musicians achieve the heights of this illustrious few? I think not.

I believe, Friends of the City, that when we witnes their performance, as we may almost nightly at the Warwick Hotel, we witness history's gift to this moment in time. And for a few brief moments in the presence of these maids, we witness the fiery spirit that endured and escaped the obliterating mists of Avalon.”
Bailey Bristol, The Devil's Dime

Roger Zelazny
“Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon? None, I say, and all. The silver towers are fallen.
…waters,where the stars shone like bonfires at night and the green of day was always the green of spring. Youth, love, beauty-I knew them in Avalon. Proud steeds, bright metal, soft lips, dark ale. Honor…”
Roger Zelazny, The Chronicles of Amber

Mindee Arnett
“Just thought you should know,” she said, winking. “Can I tell them to piss off?”
“Oh sure,” Jeth said, not nearly as amused by the situation as she was. “Just be polite about it.”
Lizzie grinned and said into the comm, “This is the Montrose. The captain says piss off. Politely.”
Mindee Arnett, Avalon

Marion Zimmer Bradley
“But a voice said within her, Now it is too late.
They found her at high noon, just as the sun came out after the storm, floating among the reeds of the Lake. Her long hair was spread out on the surface like water reeds, and Morgaine, stunned with grief, could not find it in her heart to regret that Kevin had not gone alone into the shadowed land beyond death.”
Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

Michele Amitrani
“It's true, after all. Saemangeum City is a gift few people understand”
Michele Amitrani, Omnilogos

“You do not know me if you think I’d hide. I’m in the light. I am free. Where is my beautiful woman? She runs from her heart. Yet you run through my veins. Your fire burns inside me. I run with you.”
Imogen Maud, Green Envy

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