Quotes from Chrétien de Troyes

For sorrow to which one gives voice is worth nothing if it does not touch the heart.

Et nous sommes en grant poverte, S'est riches de nostre deserte Chil pour qui nous nous traveillons. Des nuis grant partie veillons Et les jours tous, pour gaagnier, Qu'il nous manache a mehaigner Des membres quant nous reposons ; Et pour che reposer n'osons.

Colz d'espee garist et saine Mout tost, desque mires y paine ; Et la plaie d'Amours empire Quant ele est plus pres de son mire. Chele playe a mesire Yvains Dont il ne sera jammais sains, C'Amours s'est toute a lui rendue.

Ensi tote nuit se degenglent Cil qui de mal dire s'estrenglent, Mes tex dit sovant mal d'autrui Qui est molt pires de celui Que il blasme et que il despit.

And Lancelot followed her with his eyes and heart until she reached the door; but she was not long in sight, for the room was close by. His eyes would gladly have followed her, had that been possible; but the heart, which is more lordly and masterful in its strength, went through the door after her, while the eyes remained behind weeping with the body.