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Yours
(now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)
my eye lest I be invaded by
Mine means 'body,' Tanu interjected.
'Wow, that's so eerie,' ALF said. 'Because ... you have a body.
That's my long, scaly, reptillian tail. And it's bigger than anyone else's."
~Dragos
A poor thing, perhaps, but my own.
Or, rather, you irritate everyone, Curdle. Because you're so unreliable.'
'I'm not always unreliable, Telorast.
My friendship you shall have, leanred Man," piped Reepicheep. "And any Dwarf
or Giant
in the army who does not give you good language shall have my sword to reckon with.
She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not ... you know, better."
"Define BETTER with that guy."
"Not all fangs and raaaaar.
OHMYGODHE'SGOTAGUN!!!
My blood singing as it courses through my body,
My ears have been saturated with other people's works recently; today I will hear only my own.
Chadwickius frenemus,
amanuensis. A rapt
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede.
He may be King Redrought Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Bear of the North, Defender of the Realm, Descendent of Thor, but to Thirrin he was just Dad, a man with a fondness for cats, a taste for comfy slippers and a huge laugh that could dent pewter at fifty paces.
voluptuous sluggard,
Roxster, my photo is of an egg.
Kneeling before him, Regin murmured, "Don't let that Fegley worm get to you." Still staring ahead, the kid slowed his banging. "There's a good ... male of indeterminate species.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
You're my Aslan.
Ah, I remember now why you ceased to amuse, Myrnin. You use honesy like a club.
What the hell am I?
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Your locker door. But due to my severe allergic reaction to your coat, all I could muster was a weak and very hoarse whisper that you apparently didn't hear.
My shield, my salvation.
rashers of bacon.
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
A hole in my Sam.
Irix, my beloved klepto.
Myron, all six feet of super cuteness, comes forward. He smiles and I almost die, because he has one adorable dimple. Instead of getting embarrassed about his first name, he offers his hand and says, "Call me McDaniel.
Myrnin: Have we been introduced?
Frank: Probably not. Why, you asking me out, sweetheart?
Myrnin: You're not my type, darling.
What do you want as your password?"
"How about iloveaura
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
Send not a Catt for Lard.
I'm crepuscular.
When Myst had been in a Horde prison, the Forbearer rebels took the castle, and one of their generals had freed her to make love to her. Before the Valkyrie could rescue her, things had gotten out of hand in a dank cell.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn - our bairn.
Mine, ... Mine is what she is.
A purring noise woke him. Something furry was curled on his chest. Jarby opened one eye slowly. Something black, white, buff, and lemon-smelling. He glared at her and groaned. Stupid wytzl. Buffi chirruped and fluttered away to Poke.
want to hang on to yourHang-- Max Lucado
can hear the still, small voice, your
Then what is your name?" asked the announcer, his amphibious face wrinkled in clear agitation - or constipation. Hard to tell. The reminder that he didn't know his own name bothered him, but also gave him the perfect reply. "Call me Oblivion." "More
Myrnin had been uncharacteristically quiet since they'd arrived, and she glanced over to see him frowning down at his flip-flops. He probably missed his vampire bunny slippers.
Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.
This is my password," said the King as he drew his sword. "The light is dawning, the lie broken. Now guard thee, miscreant, for I am Tirian of Narnia.
My tongue remembers your wounded flavor.
The vein in my neck
adores you. A sword
stands up between my hips,
my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.
I'm Breq, from the Gerentate.
My thief of junk. Climber of mountains. Builder of worlds.
What's your avocado?
pocket lizard licker.
Eliza, my pancreas.
Night, G'rard."
" 'Night, mouse.
I typed in a single word: Vampre. Google asked, 'Did you mean vampire?' I said, 'Yes.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Myrnin froze, staring at her. He really was amazing, she thought; when he had that light in his eyes, it was possible to see past the crazy behavior and clothing chaos and recognize him as just ... beautiful. The longing in his face was breathtaking.
Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away. My
I saw your foner." "Foner?" "Your female boner.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Good morning, Jonas. You are a furred lead, I think.
I want you to know my name.
The name I was given, not the title I took for myself.
Will you have it?
"Yes"
"Aleksander
What do you mean? I am Mogget, of course. The one and only Mogget. Though I have had other names.
Little bucktoothed alligator
ready to taste my bills.
Make something suffer.
Make something stick.
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
I met the oddest little fellow today, Alan of Trebond.
I love myself.'
the
quietest.
simplest.
most
powerful.
revolution.
ever.
Ah Myrna, I think I've loved you since I took my first breath." ...
"Don't be afraid, Myr. I love you more than I could ever put into words, but I won't fail you. I promise. This love, our love, is forever.
Getawayfrommeyoumiserablelittlecreep.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
For Phyllis who made me put dragons in
Always in my love, sudden night.
Always in myself, my enemy.
And always in my always, the same absence.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.
If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life, it would be rhubarb fool, which I make with ginger and a hint of elderflower cordial.
waistcoat-pocket,
You cram these words into mine ears against
The stomach of my sense.
This here? It's mine.Mine-- Rick Yancey
The infinitely strong made weak by my mess.
The ram, a huge wooly creature named Hughie, with testicles that hung nearly to the ground like wool-covered footballs, shouldered his massive way into the front rank with a loud and autocratic Bahh!
Robin Einstein Sacrificial Lamb Varghese.
Be still my non-beating heart.
Yossarian!!!(?)!
Maktub" (It is written.)
Mine. I'm on my side.
What is your name?" I asked.
"Thorn."
"Thorn?"
"If you touch me, you bleed.
I lock my door upon myself,
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?
My closet! Mine!
We'll play tomorrow. Besides, isn't it time for my cup of dinner?"
"I am not your blood gofer. Suck my dick, Vampirellie-suck it."
(Ellie and Regin, Lothaire, IAD #12)
My iPod rumbles again. It's not actually an iPod. It doesn't play any music and the earbuds are just for show. It's a gadget that Sandor put together in his lab.
It's my Mogadorian detector. I call it my iMog.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
She's actually a friend of yours... Myosotis Terra. And you wouldn't know, actually. Or to be precise, you wouldn't remember. - Skulduggery (Myosotis Terra)
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver."
"Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
I will be good to you, Myst. I will protect you. You are mine.
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?"
The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman.
"Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy."
Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged.
Oh, I think we should name your penis the Vampire Lestat.
I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.
I am the bone of my sword.
A life I didn't choose
chose me: even
my tools are the wrong ones
for what I have to do.
What are you? (Zarek)
I'm a nymph. (Astrid)
I hope you just left an important syllable off that word, princess. (Zarek)