Quotes from Stephen R. Lawhead

Unbelievers enjoy the security of their unbelief; there is great confidence in ignorance.

They are young and life has no limits. Nothing is impossible, nothing beyond doing or knowing. The world is theirs and everything in it.

Contrary to what many may think, immortality is not a fairy tale invented to compensate for an unhappy life.

Time is the central mystery of our existence. It confines and defines us in many ways.

It had long been an ambition to find the line of force that might lead to the Holy Land in the time of Christ.

Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart

Truth is a constant delight to those that love her; such beauty holds no power to offend.

Only a fool demands proof of what he already knows.

I know nothing of any phantom,' replied Aethelfrith. 'What sort of phantom is it presumed to be?' 'Why,' replied the merchant, 'it takes the form of a great giant of a bird. Men hereabouts call it King Raven.' 'Do they indeed?' wondered the friar, much intrigued. 'What does it look like - this giant bird?' The merchant stared at him in disbelief. 'By the rood, man! Are you dim? It looks like a thumping great raven .

Arthur, with his keen blue eyes and hair of burnished gold, his ready smile and guileless countenance. Wide and heavy of shoulder, long of limb, he towers above other men and, though he does not yet know the power of his stature, he is aware that smaller men become uneasy near him. He is handsomely knit in all; fair to look upon.

The Emrys! The Emrys is here!' Merlin shook his head in astonishment. 'Has it come to this?' he wondered. 'Even small children know me by sight.

Who upholds the gorsedd if not You? Who counts the ages of the world if not You? Who commands the Wheel of Heaven if not You? Who quickens life in the womb if not You? Therefore, God of All Virtue and Power, sain us and shield us with Your Swift Sure Hand.

Call me Silidons, for such I am.

I will weep no more for the lost, asleep in their water graves.

He sighed and shook his head slowly. 'And there will be no bringing back the light once it has gone.

It was Arthur's welcome alone, I believe, which turned the tide of misery for Merlin.

I will write: for myself, for those who come after, and for the voices that cry out not to be forgotten.

Pray God our aim is straight and true and each arrow finds its mark.

We would follow Arthur to the very gates of Hell and beyond if he asked it. And that is the solitary truth.

I knew, even as we touched that I had never wanted anything more in all my life. All my crabbed cravings were as a cupful of pond water beside the vast ocean of longing I felt surging through me. My head swam; my eyes blurred. I burned from the inside out as if my blood and bones were consumed with liquid fire.

A king is a king, but a bard is the heart and soul of the people; he is their life in song, and the lamp which guides their steps along the paths of destiny. A bard is the essential spirit of the clan; he is the linking ring, the golden cord which unites the manifold ages of the clan, binding all that is past with all that is yet to come.

Apart from pleasure, beauty also kindles imagination, hope and encouragement. If beauty ceased to exist, we would, in a very real sense, cease to exist--for we would be no longer who we are.

The female heart is a world unto itself, incomprehensible to men. Yet I perceive that you have been of a mood today: pensive, contemplative, hesitant, expectant. And you have spent the better part of the day watching me as if you thought I might follow your merlin into the sky and never return.

In order to welcome redemption, one must first embrace the utter hopelessness of failure. For how can a man look for rescue unless he knows he is truly lost?