David Gemmell Quotes - Page 6

It is a merchant's nature to quibble over coins. It is how we become rich and buy satin shirts. The problems of who governs this area is one for another day.

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

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.

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.

None of us can choose the manner of our passing.

Win or lose, we achieve nothing in the world that we understand [...]' 'But then the world does not matter.' 'Indeed it does not [...] It is good to understand that.

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

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

Evil will never be countered while good men do nothing.

Our modern world, though infinitely more complex than that of ancient Greece, is also far more superficial. Where the Greeks offered simple psychological training, we live in an age of style and spin in which perceptions of good and evil slither and shift with the political view of the moment.

[F]ear is a great ally.

A man must know his limitations.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Death haunts everyone and never fails.

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

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

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

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.