"Anyone with gumption and a precipitous mind will take the measure of 2 things: what's said and what'due south washed." ― Seamus Heaney, Beowulf
"A man inherited a field in which was an accumulation of old stone, part of an older hall. Of the old rock some had already been used in building the house in which he actually lived, not far from the old business firm of his fathers. Of the rest he took some and built a tower. But his friends coming perceived at one time (without troubling to climb the steps) that these stones had formerly belonged to a more than aboriginal building. And so they pushed the tower over, with no little labour, and in order to look for hidden carvings and inscriptions, or to discover whence the man's distant forefathers had obtained their building material. Some suspecting a deposit of coal under the soil began to dig for it, and forgot even the stones. They all said: 'This tower is almost interesting.' But they as well said (after pushing information technology over): 'What a muddle it is in!' And fifty-fifty the man's own descendants, who might have been expected to consider what he had been nearly, were heard to murmur: 'He is such an odd fellow! Imagine using these quondam stones simply to build a nonsensical tower! Why did not he restore the old business firm? he had no sense of proportion.' Simply from the top of that tower the human being had been able to expect out upon the body of water." ― J.R.R. Tolkien, Beowulf and the Critics
"But don't take any course where you lot have to read BEOWULF." ― Woody Allen
"And a young prince must be prudent like that, giving freely while his father lives so that afterward, in age when fighting starts steadfast companions will stand by him and agree the line." ― Seamus Heaney, Beowulf
"Monsters are getting more uppity, as well (...) I heard where this guy, he killed this monster in this lake, no problem, stuck its arm up over the door (...) and you know what? Its mum come up and complained. Its actual mum come right down to the hall next day and complained. Really complained. That'south the respect you get." ― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!
"I've never known fear; as a youth I fought/ In countless battles. I am old, now,/ Just I volition fight again, seek fame yet,/ If the dragon hiding in his tower dares/ To face me" ― Burton Raffel, Beowulf
"Beowulf survives: for a time, for every bit long equally learning keeps whatever honor in its land. And how long will that be? God ána wát. (Tolkien on the life and relevance of the Beowulf verse form)" ― J.R.R. Tolkien, Beowulf
"His poem is similar a play in a room through the windows of which a distant view can be seen over a large part of the English traditions about the world of their original dwelling house. (Tolkien on the author of Beowulf)" ― J.R.R. Tolkien, Beowulf
"It is a great wonder How Omnipotent God in his magnificence Favors our race with rank and telescopic And the gift of wisdom; His sway is broad. Sometimes He allows the mind of a homo Of distinguished birth to follow its bent, Grants him fulfillment and felicity on earth And forts to control in his own country. He permits him to lord it in many lands Until the man in his unthinkingness Forgets that it will ever cease for him. He indulges his desires; disease and old age Hateful nothing to him; his mind is untroubled By envy or malice or thought of enemies With their detest-honed swords. The whole world Conforms to his will, he is kept from the worst Until an element of overweening Enters him and takes hold While the soul's guard, its sentry, drowses, Grown too distracted. A killer stalks him, An archer who draws a mortiferous bow. And and then the man is striking in the eye, The arrow flies beneath his defenses, The devious promptings of the demon start. His quondam possessions seem paltry to him now. He covets and resents; dishonors custom And bestows no gold; and considering of good things That the Heavenly powers gave him in the past He ignores the shape of things to come. Then finally the end arrives When the trunk he was lent collapses and falls Prey to its death; ancestral possessions And the goods he hoarded and inherited by another Who lets them become with a liberal mitt.
"O flower of warriors, beware of that trap. Choose, dear Beowulf, the better part, Eternal rewards. Do not give mode to pride. For a cursory while your strength is in bloom But it fades quickly; and shortly there will follow Illness or the sword to lay you low, Or a sudden fire or surge of h2o Or jabbing blade or javelin from the air Or repellent age. Your piercing eye Will dim and darken; and death will go far, Dearest warrior, to sweep you away." ― Seamus Heaney
"Permit whoever can win celebrity before expiry." ― Seamus Heaney, Beowulf
"Cwædon þæt he wære wyruld-cyninga, manna mildust ond mon-ðwærust, leodum liðost ond lof-geornost." ― Bearding, Beowulf
"I am mad with joy.--At least I think information technology's joy. Strangers have come, and it's a whole new game. I osculation the ice on the frozen creeks, I press my ear to it, honoring the water that rattles below, for past water they came: the icebergs parted as if gently pushed back by enormous hands, and the transport sailed through, sea-eager, foamy-necked, white sails, riding the swan-road, flight similar a bird! O happy Grendel! Fifteen glorious heroes, proud in their boxing apparel, fat as cows!" ― John Gardner
"So it goes with me twenty-four hours by day and age by age, I tell myself. Locked in the deadly progression of moon and stars. I milk shake my head, muttering darkly on shaded paths, belongings conversation with the simply friend and comfort this world allows, my shadow." ― John Gardner, Grendel
"Whoever remains for long hither in this earthly life volition enjoy and endure more than enough." ― Unknown, Beowulf
"Wind and water raged with storms, wave and shingle were shackled in ice...until another year appeared in the yard as it does to this day, the seasons constant, the wonder of light coming over u.s.a.. Then winter was gone, earth's lap grew lovely...longing woke in the cooped-up exile for a voyage home." ― Unknown, Beowulf
"A queen should weave peace, not punish the innocent with loss of life for imagined insults." ― Unknown, Beowulf
"Today and tomorrow you will be in your prime; but shortly you will die, in battle or in bed; either fire or water, the fearsome elements, will comprehend you, or yous will succumb to the sword'southward flashing edge, or the pointer's flight, or terrible old age; and so your eyes, once bright, will be clouded over; all too soon, O warrior, death volition destroy you.
Hrothgar to Beowulf" ― Anonymous
"The last calendar week hadn't been any better, come to call back of it. On Monday they arrived at Gorda, simply to find that the cargo of electronics he was to transport to Beowulf had been taken by another freighter for a lower fee. It took him until Wed earlier he found another cargo – which had to reach World past Saturday. The last straw was when his crew mutinied a day out of the Hermes system and demanded a pay increase. The marriage tended to call that sort of thing "collective bargaining", not actually mutiny, only hey – the results are the same. He tended to favor the term "piracy", but this wasn't the high seas and out here, there were real pirates to worry most. His erstwhile crew had likewise wanted more fourth dimension off and a meliorate cook – at least 1 who knew how which end of a frying pan to agree. He was unable to comply, and so was forced to stop at Beowulf anyway. That was the last time he saw them. Fortunately for him, Weaver, Fuller and Jang opted to stay with him. Whether it was out of loyalty, or peradventure just convenience, he never knew." ― Christina Engela, Blachart
"But, in the end, it was none of these things, of course. Information technology was simply Hrothgar's claustrophobic mead hall with the monster waiting in the darkness without. Nosotros had our Grendel, to be sure. Nosotros even had our Hrothgar if i squints a bit at lamentable Rex Billy's poor slouched profile." ― Dan Simmons, Hyperion
"The wildness in them had to brim over." ― Unknown, Beowulf
"El hecho es que la participación de un dragón en la epopeya de Beowulf parece disminuirla a nuestro ojos. Creemos en el león como realidad y como símbolo; creemos en el minotauro como símbolo, ya que no como realidad; pero el dragón se el menos afortunado de los animales fabulosos." ― Jorge Luis Borges, Literaturas germánicas medievales
"You lot're going to forget everything I teach you lot,' Mr Stressman said, petting his mustache. 'Everything. Maybe you lot'll call up that Beowulf fought a monster. Maybe you lot'll remember that "To be or not to be" is Hamlet, not Macbeth... Only everything else? Forget well-nigh it." ― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
"Gaeth a wyrd swa hio scel! [Wyrd goes equally it should then]" ― Anonymous
"Except in the life of a hero, the whole world'south meaningless. The hero sees the value beyond what'south possible. That's the nature of a hero. It kills him of course, ultimately. Only it makes the whole struggle of humanity worthwhile. (p.77)" ― John Gardner, Grendel
"Mammoth columns were rooted in the flagstones and the sawdust. Arches flew in wide hoops from capital to capital; crossing in diagonals, they groined the barrel-vaults that hung dimly above the fume. The place should have been lit past pine-torches in stanchions. It was showtime to change, turning at present, nether my clouding glance, into the scenery for some terrible Germanic saga, where snow vanished nether the jiff of dragons whose red-hot claret thawed sword-blades similar icicles. It was a place for battle-axes and mortality and the final pages of the Nibelungenlied when the capital of Hunland is in flames and everybody in the castle hacked to bits. Things grew speedily darker and more fluid; the echo, the splash, the boom and the road of fast currents sunk this beer-hall under the Rhine-bed; it became a cavern full of more dragons, misshapen guardians of gross treasure; or the fearful home, peradventure, where Beowulf, later on tearing the Grendel's arm out of its socket, tracked him over the snowfall past the bloodstains and, reaching the mere'southward edge, dived in to swim many fathoms down and slay his loathsome h2o-hag of a mother in concealment spirals of gore." ― Patrick Leigh Fermor, A Time of Gifts
"Beowulf is normally seen as a masculine text, but I think that's somewhat unfair. The verse form, while (with i exception) not structured around the deportment of women, does contain extensive portrayals of maternity and peace-weaving marital compromise, female warriors, and speculation on what it means to lose a son." ― Maria Dahvana Headley, Beowulf: A New Translation
"... Whose forbidden hold was this? What had he provoked? He wrapped trembling fingers around the first small, shining thing he establish, and fled. For the vault was more than a treasury: piles of preciouses nested beneath the coils of a snoring ophidian. Information technology was a bed." ― Maria Dahvana Headley, Beowulf: A New Translation
"Bro! Tell me we nevertheless know how to speak of kings! In the former days, everyone knew what men were: brave, bold, celebrity-bound. Only stories now, but I'll sound the Spear-Danes' vocal, hoarded for hungry times." ― Maria Dahvana Headley, Beowulf: A New Translation
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