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Quotes from Sir Thomas Malory

In the midst of the lake Arthur was ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
For I have promised to do the battle to the uttermost, by faith of my body, while me lasteth the life, and therefore I had liefer to die with honour than to live with shame ; and if it were possible for me to die an hundred times, I had liefer to die oft than yield me to thee; for though I lack weapon, I shall lack no worship, and if thou slay me weaponless that shall be thy shame.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Ah Gawaine, Gawaine, ye have betrayed me; for never shall my court be amended by you, but ye will never be sorry for me as I am for you
~ Sir Thomas Malory
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.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Enough Is as Good as a feast.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
What... is the wind in that door?
~ Sir Thomas Malory
And therefor, sir,' seyde the Bysshop, 'leve thys opynyon, other ellis I shall curse you with booke, belle and candyll.' 'Do thou thy warste,' seyde Mordred, 'and I defyghe the!
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Well, said the haut prince, this day must noble knights joust.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
O Merlin, said Arthur, Here hadst thou been slain for all thy crafts had I not been. Nay, said Merlin, Not so, for I could save myself an I would; and thou art more near thy death than I am, for thou goest to the deathward, an God be not thy friend.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Through this man [Launcelot] and me [Guenever] hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for through our love that we have loved together is my most noble lord slain.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise king born of all England.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
All ye that be lovers call unto your remembrance the month of May, like as did Queen Guenever, for whom I make here a little mention, that while she lived she was a true lover, and therefore she had a good end.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Thou were the meekest man and the gentlest that ever ate in hall among ladies. And thou were the sternest knight to thy mortal foe that ever put spear in the rest.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
The noble history of the Sangreal, and of the most renowned Christian king… King Arthur.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Such a fellowship of good knights shall never be together in no company.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
For as well as I have loved thee, mine heart will not serve me to see thee, for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood that knightly he endured the pain.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
and then the threw the sword as far into the water as he might; and there came an arm and a hand above the water and met it, and caught it, and so shook it thrice and brandished, and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Ah! fair damosel, said Balin, worthiness, and good tatches, and good deeds, are not only in arrayment, but manhood and worship is hid within man's person, and many a worshipful knight is not known unto all people, and therefore worship and hardiness is not in arrayment.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Wit thou well that I will not live long after thy days.
~ Sir Thomas Malory
Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.
~ Sir Thomas Malory