Mark Lawrence Quotes
All lives are tales. Some spread, and grow in the telling. Others are just told between us and the gods, muttered back and forth behind our days, but those tales grow too and shake us just as fierce.
It never pays to walk blindly. Especially not in your own castle where familiarity hides so much - even when we have the eyes to see.
I think you need to have lived more to truly know a man's heart. You need to have made more transactions in life to know the worth of the coin you spend so freely
Nature shaped the claw to trap, and the tooth to kill, but the thorn...the thorn's only purpose is to hurt.
Most men have at least one redeeming feature. Finding one for Brother Rike requires a stretch. Is 'big' a redeeming feature?
Death was kind.” He drew a sharp breath. “But no father should have to give such a kindness to his child.
I've never had much use for religion, except when it comes to swearing or begging for mercy.
Cowards make the best torturers. Cowards understand fear and they can use it.
We can’t be trapped by fear. Lives lived within such walls are just slower deaths.
A warrior fears the battle he missed. More than any fight he can make his own, he fears the fight that’s gone, that ended without him, that no feat of arms can change.
That's my secret and my shame. I'm Nona Grey, war is in my veins, and the screams of my enemies are music to me.
Men who are certain of everything - well perhaps they are not men at all.
When you become a father, it changes you." Snorri spoke towards the fire’s glow. "You see the world in new ways. Those who are not changed were not properly men to begin with.
Out here you need to live in the moments. Watch the world. You're a young man, Jal, a child who's refused to grow up. Do it now, or you'll die a young man.
What saves us all are the deeds of fools as often as the acts of the wise.
Men who’ve made choices always feel they own their destiny. Few ever think to ask who shaped and offered up those choices. Who dangles the carrot they think they’ve chosen to follow.
It doesn't pay to trust a lettered man in the road, Brothers, their heads are full of other man's ideas.
To err is human, to forgive is divine... but I’m only a cardinal and cardinals are human, so rather than forgiving you I’m going to err towards beating you with this stick.
Sometimes our worst fears aren't realized - though in my experience it's only to make room for the fears our imagination was insufficient to house.
There are no other choices for you, Prince Jalan, and when there are no choices all men are equally brave.
I want her beyond reason. I need to own, consume, worship, devour. What I've made of her in my mind cannot live in flesh.
I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that'd make you want to hurl.
I’ve never seen a man who understands so little about women and yet is so led about by them.
I have been too young to know, and I have been too old to care. It’s in that oh so narrow slice between that memories are made.
Sometimes I wished I could cut away old memories and let the wind take them. If a sharp knife could pare away the weakness of those days, I would slice until nothing but the hard lessons remained.
Every star, turning in the black depth of heaven, burns for no better reason than that humanity raised its face to look. Every great deed needs to be witnessed. Go out there and do something great.
I’m a liar and a cheat and a coward, but I will never, ever, let a friend down. Unless of course not letting them down requires honesty, fair play, or bravery.
It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears.
A book is as dangerous as any journey you might take. The person who closes the back cover may not be the same one that opened the front one. Treat them with respect.
After all, that’s all a man really needs: a big city full of sin and sleaze, and a chance.
The road forgets. Make your life a journey, keep moving toward what you want, leave behind anything that's too heavy to carry.
The way I’d put it, ” said Makin, “is that Rike can’t make an omelet without wading thigh deep in the blood of chickens and wearing their entrails as a necklace.
Part of the art of survival as a coward is not letting things get to the point where that cowardice is exposed.
Revenge is a business of calculation, best served cold. Rescue holds more of sacrifice, suicidal danger, and all manner of other madness that should have me running in the opposite direction.
Perhaps I just wanted to know what it was that I wanted. Maybe that is all that growing up means.
At the dockside I was pleasantly surprised to find the North wasn't all hairy men in animal skins. There was also hairy women in animal skins.
Still, perhaps that's all lives are, all the world is, a collision of vast conflagrations, each sparked from nothing.
The enemy of my enemy may be my friend … of course the friend of my friend is often a jerk.
It's shame that gets us killed. Shame is the anchor, the heaviest burden to carry from the battlefield. Fortunately shame was an affliction I'd never suffered from.
