Life's a forge! Yes, and hammer and anvil, too! You'll be roasted, smelted, and pounded, and you'll scarce know what's happening to you. But stand boldly to it! Metal's worthless till it's shaped and tempered! More labor than luck. Face the pounding, don't fear the proving; and you'll stand well against any hammer and anvil.
Lloyd AlexanderMots clés worthiness testing 1967 anvil forge hard-knock-life prydain taran
I saw myself.... In the time I watched, I saw strength—and frailty. Pride and vanity, courage and fear. Of wisdom, a little. Of folly, much. Of intentions, many good ones; but many more left undone. In this, alas, I saw myself a man like any other.
But this, too, I saw.... Alike as men may seem, each is different as flakes of snow, no two the same. You told me you had no need to seek the Mirror, knowing you were Annlaw Clay-Shaper. Now I know who I am: myself and none other. I am Taran.
Mots clés self-knowledge 1967 taran annlaw
I can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard, "Can you?"
"Never mind," Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.
Mots clés girls men sense expectations men-and-women taran eilonwy
For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.
Lloyd AlexanderMots clés prydain taran lloyd-alexander taran-wanderer wanderers
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