Top 400 Mark Lawrence Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “You may be rocks but humanity is the tide and you only have to stand upon the sand to see how that contest concludes.”

— Mark Lawrence

302. “Give an inch, give any single man any single inch and the next thing you hear will be, ‘One more, Jorg, one more.’ And in the end what you love will burn.”

— Mark Lawrence

303. “I’ve been told that conscience speaks in a small voice at the back of the mind, clear to some, to others muffled and easy to ignore.”

— Mark Lawrence

304. “You can look after this knight’s soul, Father. The sins of the flesh though – they’re all mine.”

— Mark Lawrence

305. “Shame can exert as much pressure as anger.”

— Mark Lawrence

306. “I kept my voice calm. It wasn’t hard, I was calm. Anger carries less horror with it, men understand anger. It promises resolution; maybe bloody resolution, but swift.”

— Mark Lawrence

307. “If I think back on my successes, such as they are, they come as often as not from the simple exercise of putting two disparate facts together and making a weapon of them.”

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308. “Never having been troubled by a conscience before, I was far from sure what to expect of one, and so when for a minute or two each day at dawn a voice began to whisper to me to be a better man, I decided the shock of recent events had finally woken mine. My conscience had a name – Baraqel. I didn’t like him much.”

— Mark Lawrence

309. “I warn you, Captain, God crafted these creatures for three things only. Passing wind from the rear end, passing wind from the front end, and spitting. They spit stomach acid so tell your men, and don’t let anyone venture into the hold with a naked flame or you may find yourself the master of a marvelous collection of floating splinters. Also, we’ll all drown.”

— Mark Lawrence

310. “All men will dig their heels in if pushed enough. All men will reach the point that they say “no” for no reason other than opposition, for no reason other than the word fits their mouth, and tastes as good as it sounds.”

— Mark Lawrence

311. “I felt better mounted. God gave us horses so we could run away faster.”

— Mark Lawrence

312. “But words are only words and they seldom turn a person from their path unless they want to be turned.”

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313. “You have my advice. Carry it with you. It won’t slow you down.”

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314. “The stories of our lives don’t behave themselves; they don’t have clear beginnings, and even death isn’t a clear end. We just do what we can, we take what kindness and joy we find along the way, we ride the rapids as best we’re able.”

— Mark Lawrence

315. “The bladder-pipe, a local Highlands speciality, is to music what warthogs are to mathematics. Largely unconnected.”

— Mark Lawrence

316. “If you must run, have something to run toward, so it feels less like cowardice. And if you must run to something, why not make it the empire throne? Something suitably distant and unobtainable. After all, getting everything you wish for is nearly as dire a curse as having all your dreams come true.”

— Mark Lawrence

317. “It seemed inconceivable that such an inferno, lofting embers into the heavens and scorching the clouds themselves, could have started with the tiny spark struck from my flint and nursed by my breath. Still, perhaps that’s all lives are, all the world is, a collision of vast conflagrations, each sparked from nothing.”

— Mark Lawrence

318. “Men are many and take strength as a challenge, difference as a crime.”

— Mark Lawrence

319. “Maybe I could. Maybe I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to, and that was the main thing.”

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320. “There is a tendency for characters who march on past their sell-by date to become caricatures of themselves – to tread the same ground, growing more stale with each step.”

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321. “All our lives draw in toward a single point and time, not too many miles or years from this room. A point in history when the emperor will either save us or damn us. All we can do is buy him the time he needs – and the price must be paid in blood.”

— Mark Lawrence

322. “He broke off his explanation, seeing in his daughter’s 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.”

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323. “Darkness is patient, always waiting for its chance, and swift to take it.”

— Mark Lawrence

324. “Have your own opinions spoken back to you by someone you despise and you will likely begin to find fault.”

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325. “Churchmen, eh? Love one minute, forgiveness the next, and then it’s eternity on fire.”

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326. “I would have saved them.” But the lie tastes rotten on my tongue. Would anything have held William from me? Would anything have held my mother back. Anything? All bonds can be slipped, all thorns torn free. It’s simply a matter of pain, and of what you’re prepared to lose.”

— Mark Lawrence

327. “I held a world in my hand, and however I shook it, however the pieces fell, in whatever new patterns, nothing changed.”

— Mark Lawrence

328. “I’m an amiable drunk. Given enough time I always reach the point where every man is my brother.”

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329. “The things that time wants to keep, it buries.”

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330. “Brother Gains wasn’t the cook because he was good at cooking. He was just bad at everything else.”

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331. “Anything I had to say seemed shallow beside the depth of his grief. Words are awkward tools at best, too blunt for delicate tasks.”

— Mark Lawrence

332. “When you fight among subjects you are a figure, a form, an idea.”

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333. “Never go questing without a bit of rope, at least that’s how the stories have it.”

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334. “Cold has its own taste. It tastes of a bitten tongue. It coils around you, a living thing, a beast that means to kill you, not with wrath, not with tooth nor claw, but with the mercy of surrender, with the kindness of letting you go gentle into the long night after such a burden of pain and misery.”

— Mark Lawrence

335. “Is this going to be one of those times when you pretend not to have a plan until the last moment?’ Makin asked. ‘And then turn out to really not have one?”

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336. “Some truths you can’t speak. Some truths come barbed; each word would tear you inside out if you forced them from your lips. “She –.”

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337. “Four years and everything was the same, except me.”

— Mark Lawrence

338. “I decided the best policy for the now would be to drink myself insensible and hope the morrow had better to offer. “The.”

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339. “When I was last here’ – he swung his arm at the rock and ice – ’all this was fields.”

— Mark Lawrence

340. “He died when I was twelve. He also had cancer, but an oncoming train cured him.”

— Mark Lawrence

341. “The Queen of Red watched on, with Katherine and the Silent Sister, all three of them studying me as if I were some puzzle that might be solved.”

— Mark Lawrence

342. “I’ve never seen a man who understands so little about women and yet is so led about by them.”

— Mark Lawrence

343. “Are we being stupid here?” Ara frowned at her broken staff. “There’s a monster down there we know nothing about, and Jula has a frying pan.”

— Mark Lawrence

344. “Her blood sang with the violence.”

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345. “Nostalgia is a drug, a knife. Against young skin it carries a dull edge, but time will teach you that nostalgia cuts – and that it’s a blade we cannot keep from applying to our own flesh.”

— Mark Lawrence

346. “Man, dog, horse. With enough hurt we all sound the same.”

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347. “We’re not memories, Katherine, we’re dreams. All of us. Each part of us is a dream, a nightmare of blood and vomit and boredom and fear. And when we wake up – we die.”

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348. “With sufficient gravitas even the wildest of lies can be made to sound plausible.”

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349. “That was just how we spoke. Every conversation a game of poker, every line a bet or a raise, a bluff or a call.”

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350. “How do you stand the pain?” I ask. “It’s just pain.” He shrugs. His white cloak, smeared with dust, sticks to him as though he is wet beneath it.”

— Mark Lawrence