Mordred Arthurian Quotes & Sayings

I don't want the world to define God for me. I want the Holy Spirit to reveal God to me. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

A complete assemblage of the smallest facts of human history will tell in the end. — J. B. Bury

Sometimes, he thought, all you could do was wait. — John Flanagan

Guenever never cared for God. She was a good theologian, but that was all. The truth was that she was old and wise: she knew that Lancelot did care for God most passionately, that it was essential he should turn in that direction. So, for his sake, to make it easier for him, the great queen now renounced what she had fought for all her life, now set the example, and stood to her choice. She had stepped out of the picture.
Lancelot guessed a good deal of this, and, when she refused to see him, he climbed the convent wall with Gallic, ageing gallantry. He waylaid her to expostulate, but she was adamant and brave. Something about Mordred seems to have broken her lust for life. They parted, never to meet on earth. — T.H. White

Can the synthesis of man and machine ever be stable, or will the purely organic component become such a hindrance that it has to be discarded? — Arthur C. Clarke

Aye, we all know your fondness for apples, brother. — Phyllis Ann Karr

No, don't draw away from me. Whatever else I am, I am your son - your most wretched son. If you do not hate me, try to love me a little, Father; it is lonely never to have been loved, only devoured. — Rosemary Sutcliff

I flutter all ways, and fly in none. — George Eliot

A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp. — George Orwell

It would positively be a relief to me to dig Shakespeare up and throw stones at him. — George Bernard Shaw