David Gemmell Quotes

Evil will never be countered while good men do nothing.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Blood always aids blood, my friend.

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

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

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

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.

Kings are chosen by the Source, so it is said. [...] Therefore those who fight for the king can be said to be godly. Is that not cause enough?

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

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

None of us can choose the manner of our passing.

A man must know his limitations.

[F]ear is a great ally.

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

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

A man can overcome his background, even as he can overcome a skilled opponent.

We make choices every day, some of them good, some of them bad. And if we are strong enough, we live with the consequences.

No man should ever completely realize his dreams. What else would there then be to live for?

What is your name?"Why?"So I can mark your grave...

Our lives are spent sailing in the mist, hoping for a burst of sunlight that can make sense of who we are.

Like light and shadow, love and hate were inseparable. One could not exist without the other.

Danger lies in the extreme. A man who is always cruel is evil, a man who is always compassionate will be taken advantage of. It is more a question of balance, or harmony, if you will.

The world would be a sadder place without stories.

Be lucky, Xander, and be brave. You will find that bravery and luck are often bedfellows.