Lloyd Alexander frases e citações
Lloyd Alexander: Frases em inglês
“… alas, raising a young lady is a mystery even beyond an enchanter's skill.”
Fonte: The Castle of Llyr
“For the deeds of a man, not the words of a prophecy, are what shape his destiny.”
Fonte: The High King
“I'm trying to make myself invisible."
"That's an odd thing to attempt.”
Fonte: The Book of Three
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book I: The Book of Three (1964), Chapter 12
“Trust your luck, Taran Wanderer. But don't forget to put out your nets!”
Fonte: Taran Wanderer
“There is more honor in a field well plowed than in a field steeped in blood.”
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book II: The Black Cauldron (1965), Chapter 3
Contexto: "I have marched in many a battle host," Adaon answered quietly, "but I have also planted seeds and reaped the harvest with my own hands. And I have learned there is greater honor in a field well plowed than in a field steeped in blood."
“If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.”
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book IV: Taran Wanderer (1967), Chapter 17 (Llonio)
“Behind one truth there is always yet another.”
Fonte: The Iron Ring
“Are you slow-witted? I'm so sorry for you. It's terrible to be dull and stupid.”
Fonte: The Book of Three
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book IV: Taran Wanderer (1967), Chapter 19 (Annlaw)
“No matter what has happened, you're not a pig-boy; you're an Assistant Pig Keeper!”
Fonte: The Black Cauldron
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book V : The High King (1968), Chapter 20
Fonte: The Black Cauldron
Contexto: Orgoch gave a most ungentle snort. Orddu, meanwhile, had unfolded a length of brightly woven tapestry and held it out to Taran.
“We came to bring you this, my duckling,” she said. “Take it and pay no heed to Orgoch’s grumbling. She’ll have to swallow her disappointment—for lack of anything better.”
“I have seen this on your loom,” Taran said, more than a little distrustful. “Why do you offer it to me? I do not ask for it, nor can I pay for it.”
“It is yours by right, my robin,” answered Orddu. “It does come from our loom, if you insist on strictest detail, but it was really you who wove it.”
Puzzled, Taran looked more closely at the fabric and saw it crowded with images of men and women, of warriors and battles, of birds and animals. “These,” he murmured in wonder, “these are of my own life.”
“Of course,” Orddu replied. “The pattern is of your choosing and always was.”
“My choosing?” Taran questioned. “Not yours? Yet I believed...” He stopped and raised his eyes to Orddu. “Yes,” he said slowly, “once I did believe the world went at your bidding. I see now it is not so. The strands of life are not woven by three hags or even by three beautiful damsels. The pattern indeed was mine. But here,” he added, frowning as he scanned the final portion of the fabric where the weaving broke off and the threads fell unraveled, “here it is unfinished.”
“Naturally,” said Orddu. “You must still choose the pattern, and so must each of you poor, perplexed fledglings, as long as thread remains to be woven.”
“There is truth in all things, if you understand them well.”
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book II: The Black Cauldron (1965), Chapter 3
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book V : The High King (1968), Chapter 10 (King Math)
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book IV: Taran Wanderer (1967), Chapter 1
Fonte: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book V : The High King (1968), Chapter 3 (Taran)
“Even in a fantasy realm, growing up is accomplished not without cost.”
Author's Note
The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book II: The Black Cauldron (1965)