Quest Quotes

“The great mission of our day is not conquering the sea or space, disease or tyranny. The grand quest which calls to the hero in every one of us is to become fully alive--to stand up and claim our birthright, which is inner freedom, love and radiant purpose. By fulfilling this, we transform the world.”
― Jacob Nordby

“I shall not lie!" Eilonwy cried, "not for this traitor and deserter."
"It is not for him," Taran said quietly, "but for the sake of our quest."
"It isn't right," Eilonwy began, tears starting in her eyes.
"We do not speak of rightness," Taran answered. "We speak of a task to be finished.”
― Lloyd Alexander, The Black Cauldron

“Gathering speed, the wagon reached the point where the tunnel took a sudden plunge. Its passengers held on tightly as the vehicle tipped over the edge and careered into the abyss.
Ireheart wooped in excitement, Boëndal held on for dear life, Bavragor burst into song, and Goïmgar petitioned Vraccas, while Tungdil wondered if any of his companions were sane.”
― Markus Heitz, The Dwarves

“In which star of the unclimbed sky wilt though begin our search? Or in which of the secret streams of the ocean where the last green rays are quenched in oozy darkness?”
― E.R. Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros

“Maybe this was the only way it could have gone. You didn’t get the quest you wanted, you got the one you could do. That was the hard part, accepting that you didn’t get to choose which way you went.”
― Lev Grossman, The Magician King

“No gods or demons would stop him in his quest of being reunited with her.”
― Alan Kinross, Longinus The Vampire: Redemption

“As you search for a person, place, or thing, be prepared to continue your quest, should the end result not yield your desired outcome. Enjoy the process and you’ll avoid disappointment…!”
― James A. Murphy, The Waves of Life Quotes and Daily Meditations

“Let us hope for the best, let us dream and go for the quest.”
― Debasish Mridha

“People need hope Michael, as much as they need a leader. You and Gabe are the answer to both of those things. You’ll lead the people of earth to victory and Gabe will give them the hope they need to keep going,” Mirada said, her voice sensitive, yet unwavering.”
― Wendy Owens, The Guardians Crown Parts One and Two

“he had not guessed how much of the body of a Quest was simply walking.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden

“You took on a Quest, which is a thing only men—and exceedingly stupid men, usually—do.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden

“Life is mundane without the new and unexpected. I guess that has been and continues to be my downfall... I’m constantly searching…”
― Adria J. Cimino, Paris, Rue des Martyrs

“Lovecraft says he knows about tentacles
but that motherfucker never bedded a girl from
West Chester
and survived

She was a toothache
that one
and she tasted like crack
the best thing about her
was if I was ever hungry
I could always make a meal out of whatever
was making rest at the corners of her mouth
I can't remember her name
as is the case with most of them
then again I can't remember
how many donuts I ate this morning
or how many beers I'll drink tonight,
tomorrow”
― Dave Matthes, Wanderlust and the Whiskey Bottle Parallel: Poems and Stories

“Michael felt as if his heart might burst. With the death of the council he had felt as though he had lost everything that mattered to him, but here in his arms, he found the last piece of hope he had left in the world. “We have to go back and help Gabe.”
― Wendy Owens, The Guardians Crown Parts One and Two

“Before Gabe could react, he watched helplessly as Rachel slipped backwards and out of sight into the mountainside, a crumbling wall now the only thing he could see.

“Rachel!” Gabe shouted, rushing forward. Before Gabe could reach her Haim, being closer to where she had fallen through, leapt into the gaping hole after her. The group now only heard Haim's cries echoing in the darkness as they drifted further away.”
― Wendy Owens, The Guardians Crown Parts One and Two

“Michael staggered to his feet and turned to face his worst nightmare. Baal stood before him, a smirk on his face. He wore his signature grey, pinstripe, three-piece suit, and casually twisted his pinky ring on his long and slender well-manicured finger. As it rotated Michael caught a glimpse of the rubies in the skull’s eye sockets. His black hair was slicked back, the sight of his false appearance made Michael sick to his stomach.”
― Wendy Owens, The Guardians Crown Parts One and Two

“I’m thinking of the protector who wants to be protected and a fighter who loves the right battle but will lay down her arms to go on a quest.”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“Are you chasing a wandering star? A dream? A woman? An idea?”
― Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream

“I’m on a quest, I think,” he said, not having realised this before. “Or something like one.”
“Those went out of fashion a long time ago.”
― Max Gladstone, Two Serpents Rise

“Myths of the heroes speak most eloquently of man's quest to choose life over death.”
― Dorothy Norman, The Hero: Myth/Image/Symbol

“Ready yourselves!' Mullone heard himself say, which was strange, he thought, for he knew his men were prepared.
A great cry came from beyond the walls that were punctuated by musket blasts and Mullone readied himself for the guns to leap into action. Mullone felt a tremor. The ground shook and then the first rebels poured through the gates like an oncoming tide. Mullone saw the leading man; both hands gripping a green banner, face contorted with zeal. The flag had a white cross in the centre of the green field and the initials JF below it. John Fitzstephen. Then, there were more men behind him, tens, then scores. And then time seemed to slow.
The guns erupted barely twenty feet from them.
Later on, Mullone would remember the great streaks of flame leap from the muzzles to lick the air and all of the charging rebels were shredded and torn apart in one terrible instant. Balls ricocheted on stone and great chunks were gouged out by the bullets. Blood sprayed on the walls as far back as the arched gateway, limbs were shorn off, and Mullone watched in horror as a bloodied head tumbled down the sloped street towards the barricade.
'Jesus sweet suffering Christ!' Cahill gawped at the carnage as the echo of the big guns resonated like a giant's beating heart.
Trooper O'Shea bent to one side and vomited at the sight of the twitching, bleeding and unrecognisable lumps that had once been men. A man staggered with both arms missing. Another crawled back to the gate with a shattered leg spurting blood. The stench of burnt flesh and the iron tang of blood hung ripe and nauseating in the oppressive air.
One of the low wooden cabins by the wall was on fire. A blast of musketry outside the walls rattled against the stonework and a redcoat toppled backwards onto the cabin's roof as the flames fanned over the wood.
'Here they come again! Ready your firelocks! Do not waste a shot!' Johnson shouted in a steady voice as the gateway became thick with more rebels. He took a deep breath.
'God forgive us,' Corporal Brennan said.
'Liberty or death!' A rebel, armed with a blood-stained pitchfork, shouted over-and-over.”
― David Cook, Liberty or Death

“My route, Sior Francis—and don't be surprised when you hear it—my route when I set out to find God... was... laziness. Yes, laziness. If I wasn't lazy I would have gone the way of respectable, upstanding people. Like everyone else I would have studied a trade—cabinet-maker, weaver, mason—and opened a shop; I would have worked all day long, and where then would I have found time to search for God? I might as well be looking for a needle in a haystack: that's what I would have said to myself. All my mind and thoughts would have been occupied with how to earn my living, feed my children, how to keep the upper hand over my wife. With such worries, curse them, how could I have the time, or inclination, or the pure heart needed to think about the Almighty?

But by the grace of God I was born lazy. To work, get married, have children, and make problems for myself were all too much trouble. I simply sat in the sun during winter and in the shade during summer, while at night, stretched out on my back on the roof of my house, I watched the moon and the stars. And when you watch the moon and the stars how can you expect your mind not to dwell on God? I couldn't sleep any more. Who made all that? I asked myself. And why? Who made me, and why? Where can I find God so that I may ask Him? Piety requires laziness, you know. It requires leisure—and don't listen to what others say. The laborer who lives from hand to mouth returns home each night exhausted and famished. He assaults his dinner, bolts his food, then quarrels with his wife, beats his children without rhyme or reason simply because he's tired and irritated, and afterwards he clenches his fists and sleeps. Waking up for a moment he finds his wife at his side, couples with her, clenches his fists once more, and plunges back into sleep.... Where can he find time for God? But the man who is without work, children, and wife thinks about God, at first just out of curiosity, but later with anguish.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“If a palmist grasp my palm, and look into it, without seeing a single line, what would he read?”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Early morning mist ghosted along the Orm, trailing above the water, rising and twisting. Wide and sleek and almost silent, the river curled through the valley, curved almost to the doors of the stone-terraced cottages sunk tight in the moorland.
As soon as he was beyond sight of the mill gates, Manny ran, his step lighter, his boots crunching against the highway. The village was quiet now, and he could hear the faint cries of sheep on the hillside. He felt suddenly exultant at having acted decisively, felt the thrill of running away. Then he reasoned with himself that he wasn’t so much running away as running to something else—something better—running away to take charge of his future. He was improving his station in life, looking for work of his choosing.”
― S.J. Wilkins, Hope

“Time Dreams. They are memories of the soul. They encompass all Time. They exist in the space of a dream.”
― Tom Stafford

“Time Dreams. They are memories of the soul. They encompass all Time. They exist in the space of a dream.”
― Tom Stafford, Quexistence: The Quest for the Meaning of Existence: TIME DREAMS

“Sometimes we must leave our true homes for something greater to come.”
― Mary-Jean Harris, Aizai the Forgotten

“Was that what it was all about? To know everything—the ultimate quest of the philosopher, to comprehend the universe from the highest heaven down to the dirt upon the Earth. And Wolfdon desired to go there too, wherever “there” might be.”
― Mary-Jean Harris, Aizai the Forgotten

“All they knew, they had left behind, and what lay before them was the unknown; uncertainty was the only thing that was certainly ahe​ad. This was a journey not their own.”
― Gume Laurel III, Kingdom of Abel - A Journey Not Their Own

“Learning and knowing something is cool, but superb knowledge comes when you leave your books and become the inner world's friend.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson