Quotes About Legend

All these portrayals we see of knights fighting must be absolute rubbish because knights in armour could literally have only had two or three blows and then they'd have had to sit down to have a cup of tea.

Zidane is a Real Madrid legend. He teaches us things in every training session - even just by playing with us.

St. Galgano was a 12th-century saint who renounced his past as a knight to become a hermit. Lacking a cross to display, he created his own by miraculously burying his sword up to its hilt in a stone, à la King Arthur, but in reverse. After his death, a large Cistercian monastery complex grew. Today, all you'll see is the roofless, ruined abbey and, on a nearby hill, the Chapel of San Galgano with its fascinating dome and sword in the stone.

Scholars have now concluded that Buffalo Bill's famous ride never happened, and in fact he was not a Pony Express rider at all.

I was impressed by Hendrix. Not so much by his playing, as his attitude - he wasn't a great player, but everything else about him was brilliant.

I was impressed by Hendrix. His attitude was brilliant. Even the way he walked was amazing.

As she won fame playing Ethel Mertz, she perceived all of her theater work not as an end in itself, let alone the fulfillment of a childhood dream, but solely as preparation for I Love Lucy. She never really could savor the fact that, while no Broadway legend, she had become a respected and regularly employed working actress.

From this incident grew a legend that, as such tales do, grew larger in the retelling. The first version of the story was that Nate Salsbury limited Cody

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose above the great mountainous island of Tremalking. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

If you wish, you may call me Rand Sedai.

He is born again! I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!

Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.

The wheel of time turns and ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the age tha gave it birth returns again. In the third age, an age of prophecy the world and time themselves hang in the balance. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under shadow.

He let them be heroes.

The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time. But it was a beginning.

And it was written that no hand but his should wield the Sword held in the Stone, but he did draw it out, like fire in his hand, and his glory did burn the world. Thus did it begin. Thus do we sing his Rebirth. Thus do we sing the beginning.

Sing of Manetheren, the sword that could not be broken.

La Rueda del Tiempo gira y las eras pasan y dejan tras de sí recuerdos que se convierten en leyenda. La leyenda se difumina, deviene en mito, e incluso el mito se ha olvidado mucho antes de que la era que lo vio nacer retorne de nuevo. En una era llamada la tercera por algunos, una era que ja de venir, una era transcurrida hace mucho, comenzó a soplar un viento...

All women are Aes Sedai.

One of the Prophecies says that the Stone of Tear will never fall until the People of the Dragon come to the Stone. Another says the Stone will never fall till the Sword That Cannot Be Touched is wielded by the Dragon's hand.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. Eastward

On the slopes of Dragonmount shall he be born, born of a maiden wedded to no man.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.

Elyas mused. "But none of it makes sense. Slay the Great Serpent? Kill time itself? And blind the Eye of the World? As well say he's going to starve a rock.