Medieval Quotes

Whatever befalls us, we will endure it together. I clutch my longbow and dagger close to my side. My last thoughts linger on my husband and my boy. I will not let harm come to either of them.

My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.

Hot-blooded men make war. It’s up to cool-headed queens like us to make the peace.

I’m all alone against the darkness. Dark winds rising against me.

How was she created? I'm not sure if you realize this, but it was in God's image. How can anybody dare to speak ill of something which bears such a noble imprint?

There is of course a deep spiritual need which the pilgrimage seems to satisfy, particularly for those hardy enough to tackle the journey on foot.

I'd rather have a heart of goldThan all the treasure of the world.

His spirit chaunged house and wente ther, As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.

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I cannot tell whether diamonds appeared in his eyes or mine as the shine of adoration became the icon one sees in history, a Byzantine sparkle, Medieval armor against all odds.

What kind of person do you wish to be? A part of those who take action, who try the hardest, or of those who go with the flow?

I beg your pardon. Sometimes, it's true I can be stubborn.' 'Sometimes?' she added derisively. 'Quite often, ' he tempered.

You have to hold on and be patient. Pain lasts for a while, but you must leave room for happiness when you find it.

What was once your crown will now be your collar, and you will wear it until you learn what it is to submit.

Apropos, you're going to have to learn to sooner or later that you can't just let other people decide what the world around you should and shouldn't be.

Lack of movement is a formidable force to overcome.

There are some for whom the good of mankind is their primary concern, and others who basically put their own considerations before everyone else. I was among the latter.

Noblest. Bravest. What rot. There was no bravery in buying oneself out of difficulty.

Youth believes itself immortal. There is a cure for such an attitude, but unfortunately it is a cure from which one never recovers.

Unfortunately, the world does not always act in a manner consistent with one's plans for it.

I guess it really had been brave . . . because it was so bugger-all stupid, and if there was one thing I'd come to realize, ti was that bravery and bugger-all stupidity went hand in hand.

I remember so many things [. . .] The problem is, only half of them are true . . . and the half which is true keeps changing places with the half which is false.

It seemed to me that, no matter what endeavor I was involved in, I was to be something of a sham.

It is dangerous to become attached to a du Lac. He will break your heart, and you will not recover.

Are you educated in the art of medicine?” Yeah, the art of Walgreens and Urgent Care. “A bit, ” I hedged.

A bit of fantasy can be good for ones heart

Emmerich's heart in his throat, he could only stare down at Monica, who looked up at him with glassy eyes as she shivered with pain and choked on blood.

Oh-ho, so you are a witch. More like a witchling, as you're too small to be a full witch.” (Emmerich)

Ah, life in medieval times! Yeah, we only have to worry about losing our heads every day.

Sir Wystan, ” Ryla stated. “You have come. Is the danger quite near?”“Not yet, little one, but it is always wise to be several steps ahead of it, ” the old knight said gently.

I am a knight riding from tower to tower seeking a princess to rescue but all the dragons are slain, the towers are empty and the princesses taken.

Life was a destiny waiting to be seized.

Reason, you'll always be half-blind.

So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –

Most of the tools from medieval times were extensions of the physical self. Tools are now extensions of the mental self.

I remember the fire, it burns bright, always around me. I close my eyes, and tears stream out. The tides of the past seize me, bear me out to sea.

Perhaps the palms had been whispering warnings in the sultry breeze.

Shadowed beneath his brow bone were cold dark eyes containing secrets and sadness, bitterness and grief.

An abundance of pictorial fancy, after all, furnished the simple mind quite as much matter for deviating from pure doctrine as any personal interpretation of Holy Scripture.

People pretend not to like grapes when the vines are too high for them to reach.

My good friends, things cannot go on well in England, nor ever will until everything shall be in common, when there shall be neither vassal nor lord, and all distinctions levelled.

I am not yet come of age, my lord. How can I be queen?” asked Constance fearfully.

You tug and strain like a young horse when it's first tied up at the stake, whenever you are tied by your heartstrings.

Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?

Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.

You will be the death of me, woman.

You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.

He opened his eyes to half-cast. With a low rumble he lifted her onto his hips. "Take me to heaven, lassie. For no one but ye can cool the fire thrumming in my blood.

Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.

Wake up! You’re a sacred soul and glory is yours for the taking.