Quotes About Leadership

It's a rare man who's made better by a bit of power.

The sad truth is, men love to follow a man other men fear," said Clover. "Makes them feel fearsome, too. We tell the odd fond story of the good men. The straight edges. Your Rudd Threetrees, your Dogmen. But it's the butchers men love to sing of. The burners and the blood-spillers. Your Cracknut Whirruns and your Black Dows. Your Bloody-Nines. Men don't dream of doing the right thing, but of ripping what they want from the world with their strength and their will.

What is it about power, that it has to be higher up than everyone else? Can a man not be powerful on the ground floor?

Great men have great faults.

That was an age of great men doing what was right...This is an age of little men doing what they must.

We'll see. Thanks for drawing your sword for me. I always had you down as a man to back the favourite.' 'So did I. But for a moment up there you reminded me of your father.' Pale-as-Snow planted his own boot on the wall beside Calder's. 'I remembered how it felt to follow a man I admire.' Calder snorted. 'I wouldn't get used to that feeling.' 'Don't worry, it's gone already.

That was the age of great men, doing what was right.

A name to fill strong men with fear or courage, depending on which side they stand.

It's an awful fine line between being raised above folk like a leader and being raised above ´em like a hanged man on display.

The least a leader can do is to share the burdens of his people. I have little other comfort to give them.

You are a king. You have no business talking about the right thing.

Strange, how quickly a king could become an animal. Or half a king half an animal. Perhaps even those we raise highest never get that far above the mud.

The figurehead goes at the front of the ship. Braves the terror of wind and waves, takes the risks and reaps the glory. But it's an unnoticed fellow hidden away near the back who does the steering." He smiled up towards the head of the column. "No leader worth a damn ever led from the front.

Years, back, when they first made him a sergeant, he'd imagined the officers much have all the answers. When he was given his commission, he'd imagined the generals must have all the answers. When King Orso made him a general, he'd imagined the Closed counsel bust have all the answers. Now, as a lord marshal, he finally knew it for an absolute fact. No one had the answers. Worse. There weren't any.

Just keep in mind what Rudd Threetrees once told me. Let's us get them killed, and not the other way round.' Wonderful grinned. 'Best damn advice about war I ever heard.

I'm not sir, I'm Corporal Tunny.' 'Sorry, Corporal Tunny.' 'Now look. I don't want you here and you don't want to be here—' 'I want to be here,' said Lederlingen. 'You do?' 'Volunteered.' A trace of pride in his voice. 'Vol … un … teered?' Tunny wrestled with the word as if it belonged to a foreign language. 'So they do exist.

Some men are made for doing violence. Some are meant for planning it. Then there are a special few whose talent is for taking the credit.

All too often when we topple something hateful, rather than breaking it and starting afresh, we raise ourselves up in its place.

So this is all about appeareances?` murmured Vick. 'Being king IS all about appeareances,' said Orso. 'An endless perfomance with no chance for an encore and for damn sure no applause.

He blamed every fucker available excepting, of course, the one who was actually to blame, the one sitting in his saddle and getting colder, hungrier, and more lost with every unpleasant moment. 'Shit!' he roared at nothing.

The people far prefer a leader who appears great, to one who is.

Battles may sometimes be won by the brave, but wars are always won by the clever.

Being in charge can seem like a thing iron-forged, but in the end it's just an idea everyone agrees to.

Rising early. Of course. The second greatest virtue. It comes just behind ruthlessness.