Finan As Quotes & Sayings

It was madness. And, as Finan had said, sometimes madness works. — Bernard Cornwell

Five things make a man happy," I told him, "a good ship, a good sword, a good hound, a good horse, and a woman." "Not a good woman?" Finan asked, amused. "They're all good," I said, "except when they're not, and then they're better than good. — Bernard Cornwell

Prisoners!" Finan shouted, and I suspected he was shouting at me because I had so blatantly ignored my own insistence that we take men captive. — Bernard Cornwell

Man never ceases to seek knowledge about the objects of his experiences, to understand their meaning for his existence and to react to them according to his understanding. Finally, out of the sum total of the meanings that he has deduced from his contacts with numerous single objects of his environment there grows a unified view of the world into which he finds himself "thrown" (to use an existentialist term again) and this view is of the third order. — Paul Watzlawick

No man wanted to face warriors like Finan in battle. — Bernard Cornwell

Maturity does not always come with age; sometimes age comes alone. — John C. Maxwell

Manners form the great charm of women. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day. — Dorothy Parker

All you need to know, boy," Finan growled, "is that Lord Uhtred's side is the one that wins. — Bernard Cornwell

But evil is always illusion. It insists on the lie that we can have something for ourselves. This is the sole principle at work in hell. Lucifer chose to believe it; or, since it is unimaginable that he actually could have believed it, then we may say that he chose to pretend it might be. Very well, says Truth, you may pretend this. But the pretense will be, literally, your undoing. It will unmake you. You will have opted for something that is not, namely, a lie. Hell is built of lies. — Thomas Howard

And where are we going?' he asked. "to war,' I said grandly. 'We'll give the poets something to sing about. We'll wear their tongues out with singing! We're going to war, my friend,' I slapped Finan's shoulder, 'but right now I'm going to sleep. Keep the men busy, tell them they're going to be heroes! — Bernard Cornwell