Mark Lawrence Quotes

The primary and most beautiful of Nature's qualities is motion, which agitates her at all times, but this motion is simply a perpetual consequence of crimes, she conserves it by means of crimes only.

War's a profanity because, let's face it, you've got two opposing sides trying to settle their differences by killing as many of each other as they can.

The outcome can truly determine whether our homes will be destroyed, whether our children will be torn from their mothers, trained as conspirators and turned against their parents, their home and their church.

Violence is like a weed - it does not die even in the greatest drought.

The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.

Each secession destroys the unity of a nation.

I see dynamite in it.

War tore my family apart.

If there is one path above all others to war, it is the path of weakness and disunity.

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

War is an unpredictable beast. Once unleashed, it runs like a rabid dog, ravening friend or foe alike. It can drag on for years, a slow attrition of nerve and fortitude, or be over in one brilliant flash, an extravagant conflagration of flame and blood and waste.

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

With respect to duels, indeed, I have my own ideas. Few things in this so surprising world strike me with more surprise. Two little visual spectra of men, hovering with insecure enough cohesion in the midst of the unfathomable, and to dissolve therein, at any rate, very soon, make pause at the distance of twelve paces asunder; whirl around, and simultaneously by the cunningest mechanism, explode one another into dissolution; and, offhand, become air, and non-extant--the little spitfires!

Nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could, for all those born beneath an angry star, lest we forget how fragile we are.

What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world.

The chance of war Is equal, and the slayer oft is slain.

It's a bomb. Just like you.

If the first casualty of war is innocence, then perhaps with each bullet fired, bomb detonated, leader overthrown, wall built, economy destroyed and family member killed, we are not creating goodwill and harmony, but rather another child who believes violence is the only means to bring about change in the world.

Everyone is a threat, and anyone can be beat at any given moment. No one is invincible.

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

Hatred is the most destructive force on earth. It does the most damage to those who harbor it.

Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles

You want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed.

For it can never be that war shall preserve life, and peace destroy it.

We sit in calm, airy, silent rooms opening upon sunlit and embowered lawns, not a sound except of summer and of husbandry disturbs the peace; but seven million men, any ten thousand of whom could have annihilated the ancient armies, are in ceaseless battle from the Alps to the Ocean.