Quotes by Mark Lawrence

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.

Truth is a weapon and lies are a necessary shield.

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.

Dark times call for dark choices. Choose me.

When youve committed yourself to violence it takes an almost inhuman effort to stop short. Its one of those things that once youve started need to be finished, rather like coitus, interrupting thats a sin, even the priests say so.

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.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

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.

Thorn stood without motion, for only when you are truly still can you be the centre. She stood without sound, for only silent can you listen. She stood without fear, for only the fearless can understand their peril.Thorn waited. Fearless as flowers, bright, fragile, open to the sky. Brave, as only those who’ve already lost can be.

As a child theres a horror in discovering the limitations of the ones you love. The time you find that your mother cannot keep you safe, that your tutor makes a mistake, that the wrong path must be taken because the grown-ups lack the strength to take the right one...each of those moments is the theft of your childhood, each of them a blow that kills some part of the child you were, leaving another part of the man exposed, a new creature, tougher but tempered with bitterness and disappointment.

He broke off his explanation, seeing in his daughters eyes the exact moment that a child first understands there are limits on what her parents can do, rather than just limits on what they choose to do. He knelt before her in a moments silence, somewhat less than he had been just seconds before, and Emy a half step closer to the woman she would one day become.

Perhaps I just wanted to know what it was that I wanted. Maybe that is all that growing up means.

Ive been known to be contrary. When something pushes me, I shove back. Even if the one doing the pushing is me. It would have been easy to gut him then and there. Satisfying. But the need was too urgent. I felt pushed.

Assassination is murder with a touch more precision. Brother Sim is precise.