И за мен времето е враг, но по друг начин. За останалите тече в една посока, а у мен се гърчи и извива, блуждае към земята, лъдето "никога" е по-истинско от "сега" ...
Marion Zimmer BradleyArthur, their young king, like a hero out of legend.
Marion Zimmer BradleyTag: arthurian
Los dos se llamaban Rafael y ambos habían hecho un juramento, lucharon juntos, murieron y fueron enterrados en la misma tumba..." Como no sabía muy bien lo que hacía, extendió la mano hacia Regis y tomó la de él en la suya. Dijo, "Me gustaría morir así. ¿A ti no?
Marion Zimmer BradleyTag: death
Si los hombres buenos como tú no quieren hacerse cargo -dijo Danilo-, ¿entonces quién queda, salvo los hombres perversos que no deberían hacerse cargo?
Marion Zimmer BradleyI 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.
Tag: king-arthur merlin pagan
... all the tears women shed, they leave no mark on the world ...
Marion Zimmer BradleyI have neither talent or taste for kingship, cousin. I am a warrior, and to dwell always in one place and live at court would weary me to death!
Marion Zimmer BradleyTag: arthurian-legend gawaine
Rome was mud and smoky skies; the rank smell of the Tiber and the exotically spiced cooking fires of a hundred different nationalities. Rome was white marble and gilding and heady perfumes; the blare of trumpets and the shrieking of market-women and the eternal, sub-aural hum of more people, speaking more languages than Gaius had ever imagined existed, crammed together on seven hills whose contours had long ago disappeared beneath this encrustation if humanity. Rome was the pulsing heart of the world.
Marion Zimmer BradleyTag: beauty history language rome italy visceral-imagery
Never name the well from which you will not drink.
Marion Zimmer BradleyHe said, and his voice was strained as if he had had a mortal wound, 'Gwenhwyfar-' He so seldom spoke her formal name, it was always my lady or my queen, or when he spoke to her in play it was always Gwen. When he spoke it now, it seemed to her she had never heard a sweeter sound. 'Gwenhwyfar. Why do you weep?'
Now she must lie, and lie well, because, she could not in honor tell him the truth. She said, 'Because-' and stopped, and then, in a choking voice, she said, 'because I do not know how I shall live if you go away.
Tag: arthurian gwenhwyfar
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