Вальтер Скотт цитаты

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„Если люди не научатся помогать друг другу, то род человеческий исчезнет с лица земли.“

„Мы лепим своих кумиров из снега и плачем, когда они тают.“

„Когда мы вспоминаем о друзьях, которых уже нет в живых, мы чувствуем себя вдвойне одинокими.“

„Ты не должен сердиться на друга, который, желая тебе добра, заставит тебя очнуться от сладких грез, если бы даже он сделал это несколько сурово и грубо.“

„Золото убило больше душ, чем железо — тел.“

„Сплоченность людей — нерушимая крепость.“

„Невежество и суеверие — вот единственные истинные несчастья.“

„Не ведаем какую сеть себе плетем, единожды солгав.“

„Длинные языки сеют вражду между соседями и между народами.“

„Из всех пороков пьянство более других несовместимо с величием духа.“

„В шторм добирайся до любого порта.“

„Кровь гуще воды.“

„Не будь расточителен, не будешь нуждаться.“

„Беда тех, кто пишет быстро, состоит в том, что они не могут писать кратко.“

„Обеты дев, — сказал старик,“

„Время и прилив никого не ждут.“

„Очевидно, к этому убеждению пришёл и старик, который, разглядывая зáмок, пробормотал про себя: «lapis offensionis et petra scandali», а затем, повернувшись к Хэлберту Глендинингу, прибавил: — мы можем обратить к этой твердыне слова, сказанные королём Иаковом о другой крепости неподалёку, — что тот, кто её построил, был в глубине души настоящим разбойником.“

„Ветер все еще вздымал волны, как дрожжи вздымают тесто.“

“But woe awaits a country when
She sees the tears of bearded men.”

“Rouse the lion from his lair.”

“Tell that to the marines—the sailors won't believe it.”

“The stag at eve had drunk his fill,
Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,
And deep his midnight lair had made
In lone Glenartney's hazel shade.”

“Within that awful volume lies
The mystery, of mysteries!”

“Where, where was Roderick then!
One blast upon his bugle-horn
Were worth a thousand men.”

“Heap on more wood!-the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.”

“When Israel, of the Lord belov'd,
Out of the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her mov'd,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.”

“Steady of heart, and stout of hand.”

“There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.”

“Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best.”

“[…] a stone rolled down hill by an idle truant boy […]. Even such is the course of a narrative like that which you are perusing. The earlier events are studiously dwelt upon, that you, kind reader, may be introduced to the character rather by narrative, than by the duller mdium of direct description; but when the story drwas near its close, we hurry over the circumstances, however important, which your imagination must hvae forestalled, and leave you to suppose those things which it would be abusing your patience to relate at length.”

“Along thy wild and willow'd shore.”

“And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace
Of finer form or lovelier face.”

“Come as the winds come, when
Forests are rended,
Come as the waves come, when
Navies are stranded.”

“Her haughtiness and habit of domination was, therefore, a fictitious character, induced over that which was natural to her, and it deserted her when her eyes were opened to the extent of her own danger, as well as that of her lover and her guardian; and when she found her will, the slightest expression of which was wont to command respect and attention, now placed in opposition to that of a man of a strong, fierce, and determined mind, who possessed the advantage over her, and was resolved to use it, she quailed before him.”

“The Baron of Bradwardine being asked what he thought of these recruits, […] answered drily, 'that he could not but have an excellent opinion of them, since they resembled precisely the followers who attached themselves to the good King David at the cave of Adullam, vidilicet, every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, which the Vulgate renders bitter of soul;”

“If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.”

“Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven;
And if there be a human tear
From passion's dross refined and clear,
A tear so limpid and so meek
It would not stain an angel's cheek,
'Tis that which pious fathers shed
Upon a duteous daughter's head!”

“Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!”

“Time rolls his ceaseless course.”

“…We beg leave to transport the reader to the back-parlour of the post-master's house at Fairport, where his wife, he himself being absent, was employed in assorting for delivery the letters which had come by the Edinburgh post. This is very often in country towns the period of the day when gossips find it particularly agreeable to call on the man or woman of letters, in order, from the outside of the epistles, and, if they are not belied, occasionally from the inside also, to amuse themselves with gleaning information, or forming conjectures about the correspondence and affairs of their neighbours. Two females of this description were, at the time we mention, assisting, or impeding, Mrs. Mailsetter in her official duty.”

“Norman saw on English oak.
On English neck a Norman yoke;
Norman spoon to English dish,
And England ruled as Normans wish;
Blithe world in England never will be more,
Till England's rid of all the four.”

“Still are the thoughts to memory dear.”

“One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation.”

“O, Woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!”

“Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.”

“Stood for his country’s glory fast,
And nail’d her colours to the mast!”

“Alas! fair Rowena," returned De Bracy, "you are in presence of your captive, not your jailor; and it is from your fair eyes that De Bracy must receive that doom which you fondly expect from him.”