Frases de Walter Scott

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“Acontece às vezes que uma flecha lançada ao acaso atinge o alvo que o arqueiro não queria; muitas vezes uma palavra pronunciada sem desígnio lisonjeia ou magoa um coração infeliz dividido entre o prazer e o medo.”

“O amor e a razão são dois viajantes, que nunca vivem juntos na mesma hospedaria: quando um chega, parte o outro.”

“Ceder à injustiça é animar os outros a praticá-la.”

“Todos os homens que foram valiosos em alguma coisa puseram a ênfase na sua própria educação.”

“O êxito obtém-se mantendo a mente desperta e o desejo adormecido.”

“Em obséquios de pouca monta, quem aceita pratica um ato de tanta urbanidade como quem oferece.”

“A vingança é o manjar mais delicioso, condimentado no Inferno.”

“Você ama a vida? Não desperdice então o tempo, pois é dele que se compõe a vida.”

“Para o êxito, a atitude é tão importante como a capacidade.”

“O encontro de dois verdadeiros amigos numa hora adversa parece-se com a visão de um raio de sol durante um aguaceiro. Um caminho claro que apenas se divisa entre as cerradas nuvens escuras.”

“Construímos estátuas de neve e choramos ao ver que derretem.”

“Aos tímidos e aos indecisos, tudo se torna impossível, porque assim lhes parece.”

“A discrição é a perfeição da razão e um guia para todas as obrigações da vida.”

“Muito embora percamos todos os nossos bens, conservemos intacta a honra.”

“O amor-próprio é o maior de todos os aduladores.”

“O desejo para fazer, a alma para ousar.”

“Se guardares uma coisa durante sete anos, certamente lhe encontrarás alguma utilidade.”

“Descansar demasiado é oxidar-se.”

“De todos os vícios, o da bebida é o mais incompatível com a grandeza.”

“Um jantar lubrifica os negócios.”

“Olha para trás e ri-te dos perigos passados.”

“When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.”

“So shall he strive, in changeful hue,
Field, feast, and combat, to renew,
And loves, and arms, and harpers' glee,
And all the pomp of chivalry.”

“Such is the custom of Branksome Hall.”

“Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea.
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.”

“I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.”

“And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.”

“[Romeo … transfers his affections from Rosalind to Juliet] 'A lover, my dear Lady Betty,' said Flora, 'may, I conceive, persevere in his suit, under very discouraging circumstances. Affection can (now and then) withstand very severe storms of rigour, but not a long polar frost of downright indifference. Don't, even with your attractions, try the experiment upon any lover whose faith you value. Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope, but not altogether without it.”

“It's no fish ye're buying, it's men's lives.”

“A mother's pride, a father's joy.”

“"I'm no gaun to let naebody see the letter," sobbed the boy, "till I gie't to Mr. Lovel, for I am a faithfu' servant o' the office—if it werena for the powny."
"Very right, my little man," said Ochiltree, turning the reluctant pony's head towards Monkbarns; "but we'll guide him atween us." …
[They met Lovel on the way, ] and Davie, who insisted upon a literal execution of his commission by going on to Monkbarns, was with difficulty prevailed upon to surrender the packet to its proper owner, although he met him a mile nearer than the place he had been directed to. "But my minnie said, I maun be sure to get twenty shillings and five shillings for the postage, and ten shillings and sixpence for the express—there's the paper."
"Let me see—let me see," said Oldbuck, putting on his spectacles, and examining the crumpled copy of regulations to which Davie appealed. "Express, per man and horse, one day, not to exceed ten shillings and sixpence. One day? why, it's not an hour—Man and horse? why, 'tis a monkey on a starved cat!"”

“Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.”

“And come he slow, or come he fast,
It is but Death who comes at last.”

“The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.”

“Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.”

“Oh for a blast of that dread horn
On Fontarabian echoes borne!”

“Oh, Brignal banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer's queen.”

“Pax vobiscum will answer all queries. If you go or come, eat or drink, bless or ban, Pax vobiscum carries you through it all. It is as useful to a friar as a broom-stick to a witch, or a wand to a conjuror.”

“For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.”

“"What remains?" cried Ivanhoe; "Glory, maiden, glory! which gilds our sepulchre and embalms our name."”

“Spur not an unbroken horse; put not your plowshare too deep into new land.”

“If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.”

“To all, to each, a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light!”

“Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream;
Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
Thou many-headed monster thing,
Oh who would wish to be thy king!”

“And darest thou then
To beard the lion in his den,
The Douglas in his hall?”

“You have power, rank, command, influence; we have wealth, the source both of our strength and weakness; the value of these toys, ten times multiplied, would not influence half so much as your slightest wish.”

“Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!”

“A light on Marmion’s visage spread,
And fired his glazing eye:
With dying hand, above his head,
He shook the fragment of his blade,
And shouted "Victory!-
Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!"”

“The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.”

“There is a southern proverb—fine words butter no parsnips.”