#arthur

Mr. Arthur Ashe, he was good. I read some of his books. He knew about everything, but he was real quiet and didn't talk much. I never met him. ↗

— Mike Tyson

#arthur #arthur ashe #ashe #books #everything

And it was the idea that you can do a play - like a Shakespeare play, or any well-written play, Arthur Miller, whatever - and say things you could never imagine saying, never imagine thinking in your own life. ↗

— James Earl Jones

#arthur #could #idea #imagine #life

Stop, Morgian. Your wiles cannot avail you now.’ He turned to the High King and said, ‘The hurt this woman has done me, I readily forgive. It is for the harm that she has caused others that she is to be judged. ↗

— Stephen R. Lawhead

#arthurian-legend #merlin #forgiveness

When I'm not working, it does. You turning Jack on?' 'God, what a revolting thought. ↗

— Keri Arthur

#keri-arthur #tempting-evil #humor

Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a Chesterfield sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#madness #sofa #life

We shall have made such a blaze that men will remember us on the other side or the dark. ↗

— Rosemary Sutcliff

#men

if you can imagine it, you can achieve it, if you can dream it, you can become it ↗

— William Arthur Ward

#dreams

Conditioned to ecstasy, the poet is like a gorgeous unknown bird mired in the ashes of thought. If he succeeds in freeing himself, it is to make a sacrificial flight to the sun. His dreams of a regenerate world are but the reverberations of his own fevered pulse beats. He imagines the world will follow him, but in the blue he finds himself alone. Alone but surrounded by his creations; sustained, therefore, to meet the supreme sacrifice. The impossible has been achieved; the duologue of author with Author is consummated. And now forever through the ages the song expands, warming all hearts, penetrating all minds. At the periphery the world is dying away; at the center it glows like a live coal. In the great solar heart of the universe the golden birds are gathered in unison. There it is forever dawn, forever peace, harmony and communion. Man does not look to the sun in vain; he demands light and warmth not for the corpse which he will one day discard but for his inner being. His greatest desire is to burn with ecstasy, to commerge his little flame with the central fire of the universe. If he accords the angels wings so that they may come to him with messages of peace, harmony and radiance from worlds beyond, it is only to nourish his own dreams of flight, to sustain his own belief that he will one day reach beyond himself, and on wings of gold. One creation matches another; in essence they are all alike. The brotherhood of man consists not in thinking alike, nor in acting alike, but in aspiring to praise creation. The song of creation springs from the ruins of earthly endeavor. The outer man dies away in order to reveal the golden bird which is winging its way toward divinity. ↗

— Henry Miller

#henry-miller #age

A guy called Arthur Brown... was a big influence of mine... and also Ian Anderson from Jethro Tull. ↗

— Bruce Dickinson

#anderson #arthur #big #big influence #brown

They both laughed and drank to each other; they had never tasted sweeter liquor in all their lives. And in that moment they fell so deeply in love that their hearts would never be divided. So the destiny of Tristram and Isolde was ordained. ↗

— Thomas Malory

#love #sir-thomas-malory #the-death-of-king-arthur #tristan-and-isolde #tristram-and-isolde