There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the newly dead. I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war.

Bernard Cornwell

Categorized in : Mean War Tears

‎Our ancestors took this land. They took it and made it and held it. We do not give up what our ancestors gave us. They came across the sea and they fought here, and they built here and they're buried here. This is our land, mixed with our blood, strengthened with our bone. Ours!

Bernard Cornwell

giving-up sea blood

Love is a dangerous thing. It comes in disguise to change our life... Lust is the deceiver. Lust wrenches our lives until nothing matters except the one we think we love, and under that deceptive spell we kill for them, give all for them, and then, when we have what we have wanted, we discover that it is all an illusion and nothing is there. Lust is a voyage to nowhere, to an empty land, but some men just love such voyages and never care about the destination. Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss.

Bernard Cornwell

love-is men thinking

Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation... Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.

Bernard Cornwell

wall pride men

Only a fool wants war, but once a war starts then it cannot be fought half-heartedly. It cannot even be fought with regret, but must be waged with a savage joy in defeating the enemy, and it is that savage joy that inspires our bards to write their greatest songs about love and war.

Bernard Cornwell

regret song love

Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).

Bernard Cornwell

inexorable fate

The existence of tricks does not imply the absence of magic.

Bernard Cornwell

magic absence doe

We all suffer from dreams

Bernard Cornwell

suffering dream

You'll call me damned Jew, a Christ murderer, a secret worshipper of pigs and a kidnapper of Christian children. How absurd! Who would want to kidnap children, Christian or otherwise? Vile things. The only mercy of children is that they grow up, as my son has but then, tragically, they beget more children. We do not learn life's lessons.

Bernard Cornwell

growing-up christian children

You won't regret the men you never killed, but you will regret the women you passed up.

Bernard Cornwell

women regret he-man

Writing is a solitary occupation.

Bernard Cornwell

solitary occupation writing

Book tours and research provide a lot of travel - too much, I sometimes think, but we do take vacations.

Bernard Cornwell

book travel thinking

Every day is ordinary, until it isn't.

Bernard Cornwell

ordinary

I do understand that you can look into someone’s eyes,” I heard myself saying, “and suddenly know that life will be impossible without them. Know that their voice can make your heart miss a beat and that their company is all your happiness can ever desire and that their absence will leave your soul alone, bereft and lost.

Bernard Cornwell

voice eye heart

Life is a jest of the Gods and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh… or else you'll weep yourself to death.

Bernard Cornwell

life-is justice laughing

And yes, there's a simplicity to writing books because you're not a member of a team, so you make all the decisions yourself instead of deferring to a committee.

Bernard Cornwell

team writing book

But when you have order, you don't need Gods. When everything is well ordered and disciplined then nothing is unexpected. If you understand everything,' I said carefully, 'then there's no room left for magic. It's only when you're lost and frightened and in the dark that you call on the Gods, and they like us to call on them. It makes them feel powerful, and that's why they like us to live in chaos.

Bernard Cornwell

powerful dark order

We make children and wealth and amass land and build halls and assemble armies and give great feasts, but only one thing survives us. Reputation.

Bernard Cornwell

army land children

Of course some days are easier than others, but my worst day is better than being in most humdrum occupations.

Bernard Cornwell

humdrum occupation easier

Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win. Even the nailed god cannot change that truth. And I was a warrior, and in a world at war the warrior must be cruel.

Bernard Cornwell

land winning war

I'm fortunate that the books sell, but even more fortunate to live in Chatham, to be very happily married and to have, on the whole, a fairly clear conscience.

Bernard Cornwell

married clear book