Stephen R. Lawhead Quotes

Alas, words were but empty things, devoid of power and all too easily broken, discarded, and forgotten.

Stop, Morgian. Your wiles cannot avail you now.’ He turned to the High King and said, ‘The hurt this woman has done me, I readily forgive. It is for the harm that she has caused others that she is to be judged.

It is the poor man who clenches so tightly to the gold he is given - for fear of losing it. The man of wealth spends his gold freely to accomplish his will in the world. It is the same with life.'
Suddenly ashamed of my conspicuous poverty, I lowered my eyes. But Scatha placed a hand beneath my chin and raised my head. 'Cling too tightly to your life and you will lose it, my Reluctant Warrior. You must become the master of your life, not its slave.

I saw Byzantium in a dream and knew that I would die there.. and the golden towers of Byzantium would be my tomb ~ Aidan

Soy lo que quieras ver. Cada persona ve algo diferente. ¿Qué es lo que ves tú?

It does not matter where one starts; it is where one finishes that makes all the difference.

If thou wouldst seek justice, thyself must be just.

Young Bran, striving to please and yearning for the approving touch of a father’s hand, only ever saw that hand raised in anger. Thus, he learned at an early age that since he could never please his father, he might as well please himself.

Before Egypt, long before travelling to that time and place—or any other—became even a remote possibility, Mina had paid her dues. Haltingly, painstakingly, maddeningly.

The Emrys! The Emrys is here!'
Merlin shook his head in astonishment. 'Has it come to this?' he wondered. 'Even small children know me by sight.

whatever is done cannot be undone, but whatever is lost can sometimes be found.

Little changes, like small steps all along the way, bring you to a different place. One day you wake up and things are not the same anymore.

"I took him by the arm to steady him. He opened his eyes slowly, the bright golden gleam now darkened with pain and sorrow. "Morgian!' he uttered, his voice strangled with grief. "It was Morgian. . . "

She stood watching a ritual she had seen many times before, yet which now seemed odd and extremely archaic; as if everything - the hill, the ox, the Mage, the cauldron, the king, the people looking on - everything belonged to a time so far away, so obscurely ancient that it could no longer be comprehended, only felt in the pulse of blood that flowed through her veins.

"Do not be afraid, my lady," soothed Durwin. " he is not so terrible that he cannot be faced. Evil always misrepresents itself."