Top 148 Quotes & Sayings by David Gemmell - Page 3

Every man has his own reason for every deed. Usually it is selfish.

Come back and stand with us, lad. We will all go down together that's what makes us who we are.

The purpose of debates is to explore issues, not end them.

Love is for fools. It is a surging of blood in the loins ... there is no mystery, and no magic. Find someone else, my boy.

Blood always aids blood, my friend.

A man must know his limitations.

None of us can choose the manner of our passing.

In real war an officer may have only one chance at succeeding. Consider each problem.

[F]ear is a great ally.

War. What was it about the prospect of some bloody enterprises that reduced men to the level of animals?

A man with wife and daughters has no place losing his temper.

Makes no sense to me,' said Huntsekker. 'You don't know who is at your door, but you know the thoughts of a man twenty miles away.' 'Life is a mystery,' said Powdermill, with a gold-toothed grin. 'It is that, right enough,' agreed Huntsekker.

No need for confusion, my dear Mulgrave... Beautiful wine and sour vinegar come from exactly the same source. Curiously if one leaves a bottle of wine open for long enough it will become vinegar. Happily in this house wine never survives long enough to go bad.

You are getting too old for this. A man is as old as he feels, woman! And how old do you feel? About ninety.

Death haunts everyone and never fails.

All beauty is sad. [...] For it fades.

Your face may be gone, but you know who you are.

It is not hard to change when your biggest problem is whether the weeds prosper in a vegetable patch.

One day the enemy will cross the Great Green. They will bring war and tragedy to these eastern lands. Such is the nature of vile men. Yet we cannot live in dread of them. We cannot hide behind these high walls, our hearts trembling. For that is not life. We must accept the needs and the duties of each day, and face them one at a time.

Hold on to your dreams, Kiall. They are more important than you realise.

Our souls are but leaves in a storm, and only the gods know where we will come to rest.

You know how it is. Boy meets girl, girl wants boy dead. An everyday story, really.

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.

I think maybe it is better to believe than not to believe. But I couldn't tell you why.

The point is [...] that you never know whether you've lost until you've lost. Anything can happen.

Never be glad that another man has died. Not ever. [...] It never ends. Never... ever... be glad to kill.

When healers yearn to kill then hope begins to die ... Evil cannot be overcome by evil.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.