Poetry Quote by Anthony Ryan Download Open image ““An hour later it had become obvious that as a swordsman Alucius made a fine poet.”” — Anthony Ryan ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry
“For nine more nights they trained, after an arduous day’s march, Vaelin would try to turn a poet into a swordsman.” — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“He had been a mere man railing at a condition, but now he was out of it and could see that it had been… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“And the sword that had visited Earth from so far away smote like the falling of thunderbolts; and green sparks rose from the armour,… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“I am an expert swordsman. And I am skilled in the business of death. I take no pleasure in my skill. Simply, I am… — Oliver Bowden Copy Share Image
“By all means. Swords have ever been the best servants of crazy men.” — Piers Anthony Copy Share Image
“No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd, But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word She shook the world.” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“He waved his hand, trying to find the right words. “Lord Arland, sometimes it helps to speak plainly.” “Sword,” he said.” — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Your realm is an insane place. In Volaria, no-one goes hungry, slaves are no use when they starve. Those freeborn too lazy or lacking… — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“I may not be the best Fief Lord, but I’m resolved to be the best uncle. And as a present to my niece I… — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“You hide it well, but I can see it, Lord Verniers. You hate us. We have beaten you to obedience but it's still there,… — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“Lust? I have no desire to incite lust in anyone." Veliss turned to her with a quizzical expression, her smile suddenly genuine. "Then I'm… — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“I've survived revolution, war, and over a decade on this continent," the Burgrave reflected. "But by all the ghosts of the hundred emperors, I… — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“The promise of power wasn't enough, he thought. So now she tempts me with knowledge.” — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“I did wonder if I'd have cause to rue my action. Now I believe it can safely be filed under Necessary Regrets.” — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“Sellin shrugged. “Times past, brother. Can’t live in ’em. Just learn from ’em.” — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“No-one knows what became of him, although some say on the coldest nights, in a place where it’s said a village once stood, you… — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
“War is ever the folly of the ignorant. But I have seen much to convince me some wars must be fought, to the bitterest… — Anthony Ryan Copy Share Image
The name Phenomenal Woman was inspired by Maya Angelo, who wrote 'Phenomenal Woman', a favorite poem of mine. — Meena Harris Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry. — David Hare Copy Share Image
“It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the… — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
The word 'mundane' has come to mean 'boring' and 'dull', and it really shouldn't - it should mean the opposite. Because it comes from… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
“In the streets, the children scream, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed,” he crooned, putting down the metal grill tongs to take my… — Alexandria Clarke Copy Share Image
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem. — Helen Vendler Copy Share Image
All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains… — James A. Garfield Copy Share Image
