Quotes from Morgan Llywelyn

There is no disgrace in peace. There can never be dishonor in peace.

We never fully appreciate today until tomorrow.

If you would have peace, genuine peace, you must accept all the aspects of your personality and learn to be comfortable with them.

Hating is easy. It's loving that's hard

As the sun is to the earth, so Honour is to a man. without it, he will not flourish. All else may fail you, but honour is the treasure no one can take from you, the shield no one can penetrate unless you let them. Honour is beautiful and clean. Honour is sacred.

In the long run, the fall of one civilization is very much like the fall of another. Only the land remains.

Even her radiant beauty seemed to dim as he thought of the way she had fooled him.

Questions stripped away the platitudes and undermined the verities that provided a sheltered, nursery existence for people who did not want to think. Questions were the obligation of the intellect.

Feet, she thought. Sea legs. When you pass the last spit of land and commit to the ocean, you are taking a step into the infinite and might set your foot down anywhere.

At one time the Irish had been forbidden by English law to educate their children, to own a horse worth more than five pounds, to play the Irish pipes, to wear the color green… the list went on and on. Most of the oppressive statutes were no longer enforced, but the shamed submission they had engendered remained.

Although Erc was bitterly disappointed, there was another route to prestige. He possessed gifts of the mind sufficient to gain admittance to the order of Druids, the intellectual class of Celtic society. Members of the order were not practitioners of a specific religion, nor were they priests in the Christian sense of the word. The Greeks were more nearly correct by describing Druids as poet-philosophers.

Men who have died in battle are rarely good to look upon. No matter how splendid their appearance at the apex of heroism, when the soul has fled it takes all grace and beauty with it. Bowels empty, mouths gape, bellies swell, dead eyes gleam fish-belly white. Nothing visible remains of glory. In the tents of death all men belong to the same tribe.

Everything hurts, Fergal. All the time. Start with that and life won't be able to disappoint you.

I walk on the surface of a shifting bog. I have to grab for whatever I can find that is solid.

No'm he aint ill. Not unless laziness is a sickness. If it is, I'd say he's close to dying tomorrow.

The achievements and discoveries of a great but dying society can bring light to a young and growing one.

We have freedom of the press; I think it's guaranteed in the Constitution or something."   The

The longing and impatience of boyhood give way to the longing and discontent of manhood, and the future you anticipate is still just around the corner.

But my mind keeps on thinking," Connla offered hopefully. "As long as I am thinking, I must be alive."  The ant pondered this. "There are many who never think, yet are considered to be alive," it said.  "Then what is 'being alive'?

Io non ci ho mai tenuto a diventare un capo" rispose Grania. "Sono sempre andata dove volevo andare, e quando mi guardavo indietro vedevo che gli altri mi stavano seguendo.