Thomas Malory

It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long time. And the duke was called the duke of Tintagil.

— Thomas Malory

Well, said Merlin, I know whom thou seekest, for thou seekest Merlin; therefore seek no farther, for I am he.

— Thomas Malory

Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise the King born of all England.

— Thomas Malory

Then were they afeard when they saw a knight.

— 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.

— Thomas Malory

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

— Thomas Malory

Knight, keep well thy head, for thou shalt have a buffet for the slaying of my horse.

— Thomas Malory

Always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was a marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood that knightly he endured the pain.

— Thomas Malory

What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?

— Thomas Malory

The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.

— 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.

— 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.

— 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.

— Thomas Malory

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.

— 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.

— 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.

— Thomas Malory

Then Sir Launcelot saw her visage, but he wept not greatly, but sighed.

— Thomas Malory