I knew a man who had a dumb wife. He was ever so happy.
What I mean by that is that the point of life, as I see it, is not to write books or scale mountains or sail oceans, but to achieve happiness, and preferably an unselfish happiness.
Some mothers soften their sons, but Osbert was motherless and I had raised him hard because a man must be hard. The world is filled with enemies.
It would cause nothing but madness, Thomas thought. Men would fight for it, lie for it, cheat for it, betray for it and die for it. The Church would make money from it. It would cause nothing but evil...
I have learned that it is one thing to kill in battle, to send a brave man's soul to the corpse hall of the gods, but quite another to take a helpless man's life...
I could hardly see him in the darkness, but knew he wore a leather jerkin and had a sword at his side. The rest of us were in leather and mail, had helmets, and carried shields, axes, swords, or spear...
He was loose in his enemy’s rear, he was angry, and he was ready to give the bastards a taste of hell on earth.
And you look bloody young to be a sergeant. I was born late, sir, Sharpe said. He
Writing is a solitary occupation.
When men do evil and claim that they are doing God’s work, then they are at their most dangerous.
Someone, I thought, knew where Ice-Spite was hidden. And I would find her.
Serpent-Breath was in my hand and anger in my soul.
Reading is useful,' Pyrlig said.
Quando a gente está com problemas é útil descobrir alguém que esteve na mesma dificuldade.
O mundo está apodrecendo. A Igreja é corrupta e os reis são fracos. Cabe a nós fazer um mundo novo, amado por Deus, mas para fazê-lo temos de destruir o velho. Temos de tomar o poder e depois dar o po...
Night was falling across the trampled rye. Nine thousand men had been killed or wounded in the fight for the crossroads,
My son smiled. You taught me well, Father.What did I teach you?That a spear-point in a prisoner’s liver is a very persuasive thing.
I spoke in English because the language of the Frisian people is so close to our own.
History is not just a tale of men’s making, but is a thing tied to the land. We call a hill by the name of a hero who died there, or name a river after a princess who fled beside its banks, and when t...
He’s a boy who must learn to be a warrior and a king,’ I said, ‘and death is his destiny. He must learn to give it.’ I patted Æthelstan’s shoulder. ‘Make it quick, boy,’ I told him. ‘He deserves a slo...