Top 100 Walter Scott Quotes
#1. Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet
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#2. I pretend not to be a champion of that same naked virtue called truth, to the very outrance. I can consent that her charms be hidden with a veil, were it but for decency's sake.
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#3. How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.
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#4. Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorne and hazel mingled there; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower; Fox-glove and nightshade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Group'd their dark hues with every stain The weather-beaten crags retain.
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#5. The gaudy colouring with which she veiled her unhappiness afforded as little real comfort as the gay uniform of the soldier when it is drawn over his mortal wound.
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#6. Adversity is like the period of the rain ... cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.
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#7. What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.
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#9. Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.
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#10. When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.
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#11. Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.
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#12. As hope and fear alternate chase
Our course through life's uncertain race.
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#13. Oh, what a tangled web we weave ... when first we practice to deceive.
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#14. And ne er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a naiad or a grace Of finer form or lovelier face ...
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#15. The lovers of the chase say that the hare feels more agony during the pursuit of the greyhounds, than when she is struggling in their fangs.
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#16. As system virtualization becomes mainstream, IT managers will find a greater need for disk imaging for disaster recovery and systems deployment,.
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#17. O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
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#18. Fools should not have chapping sticks'; that is, weapons of offence.
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#19. If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.
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#20. Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.
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#21. Upon subjects which interested him, and when quite at ease, he possessed that flow of natural, and somewhat florid eloquence, which has been supposed as powerful as figure, fashion, fame, or fortune, in winning the female heart. There
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#22. Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base, as soon as I.
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#23. When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.
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#24. For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.
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#25. I HAVE already hinted that the dainty, squeamish, and fastidious taste acquired by a surfeit of idle reading, had not only rendered our hero unfit for serious and sober study, but had even disgusted him in some degree with that in which he had hitherto indulged. He
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#27. No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
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#28. A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
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#29. I'll listen, till my fancy hears
The clang of swords' the crash of spears!
These grates, these walls, shall vanish then
For the fair field of fighting men,
And my free spirit burst away,
As if it soared from battle fray.
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#31. Ambition, policy, bravery, all far beyond their sphere, here learned the fate of mortals.
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#32. Where shall the lover rest,
Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden's breast,
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,
Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die,
Under the willow.
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#33. The worst evil which befalls our race is, that when we are wronged and plundered, all the world laughs around, and we are compelled to suppress our sense of injury, and to smile tamely, when we would revenge bravely.
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#34. I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.
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#35. Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes front clay,
Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
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#37. Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.
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#38. It is not fantasy's hot fire,
Whose wishes, son as granted, fly;
It liveth not in fierce desire,
With dead desire it doth not die;
It is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
In body and in soul can bind.
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#39. There is no better antidote against entertaining too high an opinion of others than having an excellent one of ourselves at the very same time.
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#40. Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin!
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#41. The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.
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#43. Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
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#44. Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.
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#45. I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.
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#46. I was born a Scotsman and a bare one. Therefore I was born to fight my way in the world.
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#47. The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.
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#48. These pearls are orient, but they yield in whiteness to your teeth; the diamonds are brilliant, but they cannot match your eyes; and ever since I have taken up this wild trade, I have made a vow to prefer beauty to wealth.
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#49. It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.
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#50. I am not sure if the ladies understand the full value of the influence of absence, nor do I think it wise to teach it them, lest, like the Clelias and Mandanes of yore, they should resume the humour of sending their lovers to banishment.
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#51. I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice
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#52. Cats are a mysterious kind of folk. There is more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
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#53. Hospitality to the exile, and broken bones to the tyrant.
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#54. A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
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#55. The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.
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#56. Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.
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#57. Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.
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#58. Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!
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#59. Earth walks on Earth, Glittering in gold; Earth goes to Earth, Sooner than it wold; Earth builds on Earth, Palaces and towers; Earth says to Earth, Soon, all shall be ours.
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#60. Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
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#61. Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.
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#63. Godfrey Bertram of Ellangowan succeeded to a long pedigree and a short rent-roll, like many lairds of that period.
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#64. Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
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#65. Well, then
our course is chosen
spread the sail
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well
Look to the helm, good master
many a shoal
Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
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#66. We are like the herb which flourisheth most when trampled upon
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#67. A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.
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#68. God in his goodness sent the grapes
To cheer both great and small;
Little fools will drink too much
And great fools none at all!
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#69. If a faultless poem could be produced, I am satisfied it would tire the critics themselves; and annoy the whole reading world with the spleen.
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#70. The education of our hero, Edward Waverley, was of a nature somewhat desultory. In infancy his health suffered, or was supposed to suffer (which is quite the same thing), by the air of London.
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#71. Thou and I are but the blind instruments of some irresistible fatality, that hurries us along, like ships driving before the storm, which are dashed against each other, and so perish
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#72. Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
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#73. Warriors! and where are warriors found, If not on martial Britain's ground? And who, when waked with note of fire, Love more than they the British lyre?
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#75. Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.
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#76. I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
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#77. If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.
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#78. Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.
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#79. Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.
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#80. The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
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#82. My dear, be a good man be virtuous be religious be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here ... God bless you all.
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#83. All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
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#85. Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor night of waking.
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#86. A ruin should always be protected but never repaired - thus may we witness full the lingering legacies of the past.
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#87. There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
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#88. Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!
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#89. November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
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#90. Each age has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.
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#91. I wish to Heaven these scoundrels were condemned to be squeezed to death in their own presses. I am told there are not less than a dozen of their papers now published in town, and no wonder that they are obliged to invent lies to find sale for their journals.
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#92. Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!
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#93. My mind to me a kingdom is. I am rightful monarch; and, God to aid, I will not be dethroned by any rebellious passion that may rear its standard against me.
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#94. Of all the train, none escaped except Wamba, who showed upon the occasion much more courage than those who pretended to greater sense.
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#95. Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears,
Fever'd the progress of these years,
Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem
The recollection of a dream.
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#96. Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!
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#97. The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.
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#99. There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.
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#100. I am the very child of caprice and folly.
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