Saga Quotes

“In the turbulent art arena they all pitch in and do their dubious and mercantile part in the rocambolesque saga of the art since so many judge art with their ears and the sound of the money. (“When is art?”)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“It’s not just the big moments that count, it’s all of the small actions that feed our heart and soul on a daily basis.”
― C. Toni Graham, Crossroads and the Dominion of Four

“Cool. So glad I got to do all this in a towel.”
― Brian K. Vaughan, Saga, Volume 2

“É curioso: tenho notado que as pessoas em geral simpatizam comigo à primeira vista. No entanto, sou um tipo arisco e distante. Não que eu queira mal aos homens ou que os tema a ponto de procurar fugir-lhes ao contato. Alguém já disse que na minha atitude para com o mundo há muito de orgulho. Engano. Não tenho atitude nem orgulho. Uma paisagem bela tem a força de me comover até as lágrimas. Mas a paisagem humana é a que mais me interessa. O mistério das almas me seduz. Esta vaga sensação de desconfiança que me envolve quando estou em companhia dos homens vai por conta de velhas decepções.”
― Erico Verissimo

“El problema es que los humanos tienen el don de elegir precisamente las cosas que son peores para ellos.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“First, those spaceships are mine, including the one Callum came here with, and not free to use as you wish,” Caderyn says. “Second, you are not a Teryn, and as such I do not have to honor your Bride’s Choice claim. We are done here.”
― S.G. Blaise, True Teryn

“Caderyn laughs. “Son, no one is entitled here except me.”
― S.G. Blaise, True Teryn

“If Callum ever gets out of the way, I would like to rekindle what we had. We never had a real chance together.”
― S.G. Blaise, True Teryn

“Don’t listen to Glennie,” Isa says and pats Arrov’s forearm—that’s as high as she can reach. Bella adds, “You’ll change back to your old and handsome self soon.”
― S.G. Blaise, True Teryn

“Callum holds me tightly as we submerge under the water. Thin lines of air bubbles escape from his nose and mouth. He struggles to get back to the surface but to no avail—his heavy uniform and black boots weren’t meant for swimming.”
― S.G. Blaise, Proud Pada

“The goal here is to avoid the lake. I can assure you; no swimming or other preparation is needed. We would not recommend swimming anyway. The lake is full of giant eels that attack anything that moves.”
― S.G. Blaise, Proud Pada

“We should run away. Get married and forget about anything else.”
I snort and slide my hands down to his chest, marveling at the hard and defined muscles. “Tempting, but you would regret it five minutes after we ran away.”
Callum tightens his fingers around my waist. “They would be the best five minutes of my life. Worth every second.”
― S.G. Blaise, Proud Pada

“There was a man named Ingjald who lived on Hefne, an islandin Halgoland in the north. He was a worthy farmer and went raiding by summer but did not stir during the winters.”

(Vatnsdaela Saga)”
― Jane Smiley, The Sagas of Icelanders

“If we became a pal to what scared us the most, we could find a simple way to ease all that bothered us, we would find peace, peace that we could live with.”
― Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise

“All I know is that the fear I have been battling all night is breaking down the door of my ignorance. As my feet slam down I feel not the hard, wet asphalt but the soft Persian rug that led to the staircase in my father’s home. In the glow of lightning the dancing trees are illuminated but I see my mother in the glow of candlelight, spinning, twirling, her hair fanned out
behind her. It is falling over me, saturating my thoughts, and I cannot. I cannot let it in.”
― Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl

“Norse mythology hints at Odinic cults, with Odin being worshipped through a combination of ecstatic and seemingly shamanistic rituals. From the eddic poem The Sayings of the High One ( Hávamál ), he is said to have hanged himself in a sacrificial ritual on a tree. Barely surviving this ordeal, Odin gains arcane knowledge, including the use of runes, the ancient Scandinavian alphabet sometimes used for magical purposes. In the poem, Odin chants :
I know that I hung
on the wind-swept tree
all nine nights
with spear was I wounded
and given to Odin,
myself to me,
on that tree which no one knows
from which roots it grows.

Bread I was not given,
no drink from the horn,
downwards I glared;
up I pulled the runes,
screaming I took them,
from there I fell back again.

- excerpt from Jesse L. Byock's Introduction and Notes, of Sturluson's Prose Edda.”
― Snorri Sturluson, The Prose Edda: Norse Mythology

“—Como un conejo al horno —contesté.”
― Elly Blake, Frostblood

“Lies had only brought her family unnecessary pain. All these years she coulda understood her mother, rather than pushing her away.”
― Kim Catron, Threshing of Straw

“Its my sweet-lipped Passion:Art that drives me up to invent new smiles of Beauty,my wings are torn,and still it flies in search of Beauty.”
― Nithin Purple

“The saga teems with life and action, with memorable and complex characters from the heroic Gunnar of Hlidarendi, a warrior without equal who dislikes killing, to the
villainous, insinuating Mord Valgardsson, who turns out to be less dastardly than we first expect. Unforgettable events include Skarphedin’s head-splitting axe blow as he glides past his opponent on an icy river bank, or Hildigunn’s provoking of her uncle to seek blood revenge by placing on his shoulders the blood-clotted cloak in which
her husband was slain...

Just as in the Norse poem Völuspá (‘The Seeress’s Prophecy’) the gods met their doom (no mere twilight) at the hands of brute giants and monsters, after which a new and peaceful earth arose, so do the terrible events of Njal’s Saga lead finally and at great cost to a dignified resolution bearing the promise of a better time.

(Robert Cook(”
― Anonymous, Njal's Saga

“I ricordi che seppellisci nel silenzio sono quelli che non smettono mai di perseguitarti.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafon, El laberinto de los espíritus

“His grandfather bent down on his knees in front of me, and now I will watch his grandson do the same with you. Make sure there is fear in this Talar's eyes. Make sure there is obedience. I will see you, Son, may the Gods be with us both."- The Emperor”
― Matthew Marcellus, The Lost Paladin

“He immediately regretted ever being alive.”
― Nicholas Dufresne, A Planet to Nowhere

“The Storms of Chattering Monkeys. These disruptions of high-gust winds and whirling word water were known in the DuBois household as a rare occurrence but typical nonetheless.”
― Sosanni Valtsioti, Ink Shattered Reality: a gothic tale

“The plants will divulge every single word that was uttered here in the storm of word water. There is no way now that I can prevent Carmen from hearing my thoughts one way or another about anything. Such is fate.”
― Sosanni Valtsioti, Ink Shattered Reality: a gothic tale

“She was going to do it. She was going to the mine. And if it crushed her, if it killed her, if it blackened her lungs and buried her name—at least her brother would live.”
― Lynette Rees

“It’s hard, isn’t it? But it was always drummed into us during training that the patients and their families are the absolute priority. And our own feelings come way down the list.”
― Kate Eastham, Changing Seasons for the Country Nurse: Diary of a Country Nurse, Book 2

“Yes," Divya says. "But we have each other."
Charity rests her head in the crook of Divya’s shoulder. "That we do."
Divya doesn’t know what the future holds. How their part of the world will change with the country, the world, at war. She tells Charity, "We will face whatever is to come, whatever Hitler, the war, or life will throw at us, together."
"Hear, hear," Mrs Kerridge says.
And everyone cheers.
Since Divya was chased out of her childhood village, she’s wanted to be part of a community, to belong.
Now she does.”
― Renita D'Silva, New Arrivals on West India Dock Road

“Exhaustion pressed down as adrenaline left her, but Betty slid an arm around Veronica’s waist, steadying her. “You’re shaking, V. Come on, let’s get out of here.” Their steps fell into rhythm, the closeness between them sparking something warmer, deeper, impossible to ignore.”
― Rachel Brimble, Winter Wishes for the Home Front Nurses