Quotes About King

Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.

The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.

In Belgium, the magistrate has the dignity of a prince, but by Bacchus, it is true that the brewer is king.

Doesn't everybody love movies like 'Lion King?'

I seem to have excalibured this knife.

Doras II was a somewhat absentminded king, It is said, when Death came to summon him, Doras granted Death the usual formal audience and then dismissed him from his presence. Death was too embarrassed to return until many years later- Ka'a Orto'o, Gnomic Utterances

She stared at the King. The King stared back. It was a disaster.

You people keep spoiling my plans. First Wizard Suliman would not come near the Waste, so that I had to threaten Princess Valeria in order to make the King order him out here. Then, when he came, he grew trees.

My impression," said the King, "was that Howl is an unprincipled, slippery rogue with a glib tongue and a clever mind. Would you agree?

We'd done our errands, not to mention an awful lot of cocaine in the parking lot of Burger King . . .

Things would have been terribly strange and unbalanced without her. She was the Queen who finished out the suit of dark Jacks, dark King, and Joker.

What do we think of Christ? Have we felt our need of Him and fled to Him for peace? Is He king over our hearts and all things to our souls? What do we think of the Holy Spirit? Has He wrought a saving work in our hearts? Has He renewed and changed them? Has He made us partakers of the divine nature? Life or death depend on our answers to these questions. If anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, he does not belong to Him (Romans 8:9).

The great debt with God must be settled. The King must be upon His throne. Then, and not until then, will there be peace within. Without repentance, there cannot be true happiness. We must repent if we want to be happy.

You probably wouldn't want to have been around the castle in which France's King Charles VI lived during the early fifteenth century. Although earlier on in his life he had been known as 'Charles the Beloved', he later became known as 'Charles the Mad'.

I had just sold the rights to this book to HBO, and King had read about the transaction. He looked at me from the adjacent urinal, and broke a tense silence. "I read in the newspapers," King roared, "that I'm now feeding your whole motherfucking family.

Reason is like an officer when the king appears. The officer then loses his power and hides himself. Reason is the shadow cast by God; Go is the sun.

Opinions, opinions, the King once said, what would the world cherish most, if not for my opinions?"

The king is in the pasture. We are out in the field fearless of our shadows. Gallant to the service of mankind. A cry loud and clear. No passion to wait in vain."

But since the devil's bride, Reason, that pretty whore, comes in and thinks she's wise, and what she says, what she thinks, is from the Holy Spirit, who can help us, then? Not judges, not doctors, no king or emperor, because [reason] is the Devil's greatest whore.

Hmm. Relationships between fathers and sons can be notoriously difficult, especially for two men who are as different as you and your father are." "Yes, and he's also the king--that makes our relationship impossible.

Lily knew what he meant. She loved places that people had forgotten, like the old gas station rotting on the edge of the forest in Pelt, all gray wood and brown metal. She liked to walk there sometimes and imagine that during tempests the king of the forest, dry leaves swirling around his motorcycle, would skid to a halt and demand unleaded gas from shadowy attendants while a mossy-faced knight sat in his sidecar.

And though not a dominating or charismatic personality, the king [Henry III] had a widespread following of nobles, military and legal officials that belies the traditional view of him as a foppish weakling only interested in his minions.

I wished Odysseus were there so I could ask him: but how did the king get that man to help him, the one who had struck him so deep? The answer that came to me was from a different tale. Long ago, in my wide bed, I had asked Odysseus: "What did you do? When you could not make Achilles and Agamemnon listen?" He'd smiled in the firelight. "That is easy. You make a plan in which they do not.

No wonder when he steps into the heavens to accept the throne the cry goes up, "Worthy! Worthy! Worthy! Make him king!" This man is so worthy.