Arthurian Romances Quotes

“...the most delightful and choicest pleasure is that which is hinted at, but never told.”
― Chrétien de Troyes, Lancelot: The Knight of the Cart

“I don't give a fistful of ashes!”
― Chrétien de Troyes, Lancelot: The Knight of the Cart

“This demotion of the exalted role of the Divine Feminine and the role of women in spirituality is nothing less than a horrible nightmare that Western Society has been experiencing for a very long time. It is the wound that will not heal, as spoken of in the Arthurian Romances.”
― Laurence Galian, Alien Parasites: 40 Gnostic Truths to Defeat the Archon Invasion!

“Whatever small power of guilt Elaine once held over Lancelot, she’d used up long ago. Oh, self-reproach certainly stung him, but it is one of the most ironic paradoxes of the male temperament that the more shame a man feels, the less likely he is to be persuaded to repent by the person whom he has wronged, especially when she uses guilt as a motive. Like most men, Lancelot lashed out in anger when his shame was too much to bear, thus amplifying his guilt, rather than ameliorating it. It is an all too common downward spiral with men who cherish their honor but act dishonorably.”
― Scott Davis Howard, Three Days and Two Knights

“[T]here is every probability that, although the historic scenes of many of the Arthurian exploits can be traced to the kingdom of Strathclyde or Cumbria, and the north of England generally, the poems celebrating them were chiefly framed in Armorica - the place of quiet retreat and refuge for the exiled Britons of our island - and that they thence came back to Britain itself, and also spread over the Courts of France and Germany in Norman-French.”
― John Veitch, History and Poetry of the Scottish Border: Their Main Features and Relations, Volume 1

“I kissed him.
It was nothing like the kiss Lancelot had given me— decorous, compassionate, well-meaning and well-meant. Nor was it the kiss we would have had at midsummer, when the stars glittered above us and Camelot lay safe before us and we could do anything, always. It was a beginning and an ending at once, the first time I would kiss him and the last time he would kiss me. It was wild and tender and breathless, the rush of the wind and the crash of the sea and the burning of the stars. It was Merlin and Nimue, with all the weight of story that would blaze for hundreds of years.”
― H.G. Parry, The Witch Below the Dreaming Wood

“And the times we had, the snatched days and months and years across the centuries, they were glorious. We explored the forests of England as wolves and the skies as hawks. We lived with the Picts for a freezing northern winter, learning to work silver and stone; we traded with Vikings, once even going back with them to dine in the halls of the Volsungs. We camped a full year off the coast of Ireland, windswept and battered, never once seeing another human soul. We spent a summer with Robin of Locksley and Marian Fitzwalter and their band of outlaws in the Greenwood, helping them rob from the rich and give to the poor. I have a suspicion they crossed into Avalon themselves in the end. Marian was a far better witch than the stories ever gave her credit for. We saved each other’s lives, we drove each other mad, and every day we learned each other’s bodies and minds and stories anew.”
― H.G. Parry, The Witch Below the Dreaming Wood