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Category: Mary Stewart

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more…

arthur, fate, merlin, mordred

Time spent looking back in anger is time wasted

I had always been content to know that there was more in the living world than we could hope to understand.

knowledge, nature, paranormal, spirit

Merlin, do you mind?’ It was the King who asked me, a man as old and wise as myself; a man who could see past his own crowding problems, and guess what it might men to me, to walk in dead air where once the world had been a god-filled garden.

arthurian, compassion, merlin

…kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.

kissing, love, mary-stewart, nine-coaches-waiting

Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?

luck, mary-stewart, nine-coaches-waiting

I assure you, I’ve come to one of those natural breaks in the book, where one can walk away and let things go on working in the subconscious. It’s true, don’t look so unbelieving. It means I can afford to tear myself away from my view of the pigsties and go out on parole, as much as I like and you’ll put up with.

writers-on-writing

By the time that adorable steak and I had become one flesh I could have taken on the whole Valmy clan singlehanded.

humorous, quotes

Yes, but the artist?” said Nigel almost fiercely. “He’s different, you know he is. He’s driven by some compulsion: if he can’t do what he knows he has to do with his life he might as well be dead. He’s got to break through the world’s indifference, or else break himself against it. He can’t help it.

ambition, art, artists

It was nearing 9 O’clock, and the fist duck was drawing down. Behind the trees, the first star pricked out, low and brilliant. The light breeze of the day had dropped, and the evening was very still. The stream sounded loud. I walked down to the gate and stood leaning on the top bar, enjoying the scent of the roses, and straining to listen for any sound from the lane or the road beyond.

Silence then, and the scent of apple trees, and the nightmare sense of grief that comes when a man wakes again to feel a loss he has forgotten in sleep.

arthurian, grief, loss, sleep

I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house is up for sale more than half the people who look over it are not prospective buyers, but merely ladies who cannot resist exploring someone else’s house.