Maximus Quotes

“Overhead the moon guided him, his fair mistress, his unattainable lover.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Midnight

“I've got blisters and muscle cramps in places not meant for the touch of anything but a beautiful woman," Max spat back sullenly. "I've bitten my tongue so many times in the past three days that I whistle in musical chords when I exhale. And the smell isn't ever going to come out of my armor, I just know it.”
― Jim Butcher, Princeps' Fury

“Diana,” he murmured in her ear, licking. “Diana, you are everything I’ve ever wanted and shall never have.”

Tears pricked at her eyes and she opened her mouth to sob.

“That’s it,” he said. “Weep for me. Bear my pain. Take my come. For I can give you nothing else.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Midnight

“He glanced up at her and somehow he’d come back to himself, contained all that terrible sorrow and anger and fear, enough to make ten strong men fall down like babes. Maximus held it all inside of him and straightened his shoulders, his chin level, and Artemis couldn’t understand it—where he got the strength to hide that awful, bloody wound in his soul—but she admired him for it.

Admired him and loved him.

She felt an answering wound open within her own soul, a kind of faint reflection of all the pain he’d endured, just because she cared for him.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Midnight

“Maximus coughed a while longer, but in the middle of the night towards the end of the week, they were all woken by a terrible squealing, distant shrieks of terror and fire; in a panic they burst out from the tents to discover Maximus attempting guiltily to sneak unnoticed back into the parade grounds, with as much success as was to be expected in this endeavor, and carrying in his already-bloodied jaws a spare ox. This he hurriedly swallowed down almost entire, on finding himself observed, and then pretended not to know what they were talking about, insisting he had only got up to stretch his legs and settle himself more comfortably.”
― Naomi Novik, Empire of Ivory

“So, Maximus the Fellatio Trainer — how does your prick feel about scratchy barbarian beards?”

Lucius Petronius”
― JP Kenwood

“Whatever else came tomorrow and for the rest of her life, she would have this moment: this one point in time when she was intimately linked to Maximus.

Maximus the man.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Midnight

“A Maximus, the Gladiator lies in every human being. When the time comes, your Maximus within you will come out. It is not called destiny, it is an extended automatic self reflex”
― Anoop Raghav

“What we do in life echoes in eternity.”
― Maximus Decimus Meridius

“I come back to the geography of it,
the land falling off to the left
where my father shot his scabby golf
and the rest of us played baseball
into the summer darkness until no flies
could be seen and we came home
to our various piazzas where the women
buzzed


To the left the land fell to the city,
to the right, it fell to the sea


I was so young my first memory
is of a tent spread to feed lobsters
to Rexall conventioneers, and my father,
a man for kicks, came out of the tent roaring
with a bread-knife in his teeth to take care of
the druggist they’d told him had made a pass at
my mother, she laughing, so sure, as round
as her face, Hines pink and apple,
under one of those frame hats women then


This, is no bare incoming
of novel abstract form, this
is no welter or the forms
of those events, this,


Greeks, is the stopping
of the battle


It is the imposing
of all those antecedent predecessions, the precessions
of me, the generation of those facts
which are my words, it is coming


from all that I no longer am,
yet am, the slow westward motion of


more than I am


There is no strict personal order
for my inheritance.


No Greek will be able
to discriminate my body.


An American
is a complex of occasions,
themselves a geometry
of spatial nature.


I have this sense,
that I am one


with my skin


Plus this—plus this:

that forever the geography

which leans in

on me I compell

backwards I compell Gloucester

to yield, to

change

Polis

is this”
― Charles Olson's, Maximus Poems

“Wondrous..." was the last thing Captain Tregsburg ever said.
When Rapunzel wearily opened her eyes, there was a magnificent white horse where the captain had been.
There was dried blood on its pure white flanks, what looked like an old, healed wound on its belly-- and an ecstatic look in its eye.
It rose onto its feet, trumpeting out a whinny of triumph, kicking its front legs and tossing its mane back and forth.
"Oh," Rapunzel said, dismayed. "I didn't-- I'm sorry--"
But Justin "Maximus" Tregsburg, captain of the royal guard and now shining white stallion, gently nuzzled her cheek. He was... happy.
"I'm glad you're all right," Rapunzel said, hugging him. "I'm sorry we never got to talk."
The stallion rolled his eyes and tossed his head: What's the use of talk, he seemed to say.”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine