What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.
Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?
When I am about to embark on a difficult journey, I comfort myself by reading the accounts of the great nineteenth-century travellers, men like Stanley, Burton, Speke, Burckhardt and Barth.
And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stret...
New political systems and philosophies were imported into the Near East under the general term democracy and grafted artificially into a society which was feudal in nature and theocratic in spirit. The results were not happy...
Every public speaker likes his hearer to imagine his oratory as an unpremeditated gift of nature, and not the result of prolonged and patient study [Lionel Logue said]
He believed in himself, believed in his quixotic ambition, letting the failures of the previous day disappear as each new day dawned. Yesterday was not today. The past did not predict the future if he could learn from his mistakes.
Magic is dangerous: it's neither good nor bad, right nor wrong; it can be both a blessing and a curse. It takes strength, the strength of a man, to make the magic his own, to make it serve him, and not the other way around.
I guess if one set of my books was selling like Stephen King's, and the other wasn't selling at all, editors would want me to do the ones that sold like Stephen King's. But they seem to be willing to let me pick what I want to do next.
There is a kind of truth in everything, even fairytales. In fact, especially in fairytales... The King understood it as he looked out from the roof of the Temple and saw the clouds flying past and the green fields far beneath him. He knew that some t...
Great Goblin: Well, well, well... look who it is! Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain! [bows mockingly] Great Goblin: Oh, but I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain, and you're not a king, which makes you nobody, really.
Myrtle Logue: What's the matter, love? Lionel Logue: [referring to the Duke of York] I'm just having trouble with a patient. Myrtle Logue: That isn't like you. Why? Lionel Logue: Scared. He's afraid of his own shadow . Myrtle Logue: Isn't that why th...
Sarah: I can bear it no longer! Goblin King! Goblin King! Wherever you may be take this child of mine far away from me! Goblin: That's not it! Where did she get that rubbish? It doesn't even start with "I wish!"
Merry: Excuse me? I have a sword. Please accept it. [kneels] Merry: I offer you my service, Theoden King. Theoden: [raises him to his feet] And gladly, I accept it. You shall be Meriadoc, Esquire of Rohan.
Theoden: Grimbold, how many? Grimbold: I bring 500 from the Westfold, my lord. Gamling: We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Theoden King. Theoden: Where are the riders of Snowbourn? Gamling: None have come, my lord.
God: Arthur, King of the Britons, your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times. King Arthur: Good idea, O Lord! God: 'Course it's a good idea!
Hiss: How nobly King Richard's crown sit on your royal brow. Prince John: Doesn't it? King Richard? [wrings Hiss' neck] Prince John: I told you never to mention my brother's name! Hiss: A mere slip of the forked tongue, Sire.
Walrus: The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things / Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings / And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings / Calloo, Callay, come run away / With the cabbages and ki...
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
Strike hard and true, crow, or I'll come back and haunt you.
My first rule of war, Cat-never give the enemy his wish
