Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.

The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means.

In Greek mythology, Cassandra was given the gift of prophecy, except - due to her rejection of Apollo's affections - nobody would ever believe her warnings.

Talking about relationships is a surefire way to jinx them.

Now, I think that I should have known that he was magic all along. I did know it - but I should have guessed that it would be too much to ask to grow old with and see our children grow up together. So now, he is a legend when he would have preferred to be a man.

It did remind me of something out of Greek mythology - the richest king who gets everything he wants, but ultimately his family has a curse on it from the Gods.

The old Greeks dwelt on the tendency of human affairs to drift downwards irresistibly to unhappiness. Guilt - that is, untoward and often involuntary actions - pulls generation after generation heavily as lead down, down, down.

Merlin was very definitely supposed to be an old man guiding the young Arthur to the throne.

Actually, I don't even believe in curses.

The extraordinary thing in all the versions of 'Camelot' and the Arthurian legend is that it's all about the romance and the passion. It's all about great ideals compromised by falling in love with the wrong person.

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?

When a nation or family is about to flourish, there are sure to be happy omens; and when it is about to perish, there are sure to be unlucky omens.

In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.

When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.

There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.

Magic likes a good tragedy, too.

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Poor Grendel's had an accident. So may you all.

Ancient mirror Macick mirror Shades of gray Hidden Forbidden Within, away Part the mist Macick kissed Call the fey Reveal the past The spell is cast I save the day!

the wheel of fate crushes us all

Greater dooms win greater destinies.

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.