The Saxon Stories Quotes & Sayings

You bastard!' he shouted. He was quick. No warrior stays alive by being slow. — Bernard Cornwell

Earsling,' a harsh voice challenged me from beside the Wheatsheaf's heart. 'What rancid demon brought you here to spoil my day?' I stared. And stared. Because the last person I had ever expected to see in AEthelred's stronghold of Gleawecestre was staring at me. 'Well, earsling?' he demanded, 'what are you doing here?'
It was my father. — Bernard Cornwell

When I got out of prison, I was basically no longer human,' Miriam says. — Anna Funder

I'm not his man, Father. I'm Uhtred of Bebbanburg, and the lords of Bebbanburg don't marry pious maggotfaced bitches of low birth. — Bernard Cornwell

He was a hard man, but what else would he be? He had stood in the shield wall, he had watched the Danes come to the attack, and he had lived. He was no youngster. — Bernard Cornwell

I am a beast until I love as God doth love. — George MacDonald

Strength of character comes from being hit by stray verbal stones, while protecting discarded ciphers in the snow. — Shannon L. Alder

Used to put movies down by saying that they were 'deep on the surface'
meaning that there was nothing underneath. — David Denby

Cnut Longsword had near killed me with his blade Ice-Spite and it was small consolation that Serpent-Breath had sliced his throat in the same heartbeat that his sword had broken a rib and pierced my lung. — Bernard Cornwell

Choose your battles,' I snarled at Aethelstan. 'That space between your ears was given so that you can think! If you just charge whenever you see an enemy you'll earn yourself an early grave.' Lord Uhtred of Bebbanburg — Bernard Cornwell

Rich and bitter depth of their experience, the — W.E.B. Du Bois

Does it ever get easier?
is there an end to these questions?
do you have any answers?
will you say them to me?
can you stop this unraveling?
will you bring me your closure?
or am I the only one
who sees anymore?
who sees ...
who sees ...
who sees? — David Levithan

A presence is made of the tiniest things. I sweep you up softly. You stayed too long. How is it you fly with every good intention. — Farrah Field