Quotes of: King Keyword

Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them and they go to rust.

A Clash of Kings

It is said that the dead are infinitely patient, although it is usually said by the living, and how would they know?

The Corpse-Rat King

And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

The Complete Poetry

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it.

Fall of Kings

When you're in hell, only a devil can point the way out.

Half a King

The raising of a child is the building of a cathedral. You can't cut corners.

A Hologram for the King

A minister stands for Father Peace, but a good one is no stranger to Mother War.

Half a King

Knowledge is king, a dream is his queen, and self destruction is his mistress.

44 Days of Leadership

History has remembered the kings and warriors, because they destroyed; art has remembered the people, because they created.

William Morris

Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?

The Iron King

It’s the beauty that helps us return from the harshness. If it wasn’t there, we would have nothing to live for.

King Cave

I am even The natural fool of fortune.

King Lear

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

King Lear

The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.

The Return of the King

Being a hero, the man had observed, is largely a matter of knowing one’s cues.

The Magician King

Luck is a woman. She's drawn to those that least deserve her.

Last Argument of Kings

King Solomon's life reminds me of wisdom, wealth, women, woes.

My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

3,117 people had lost their lives in the flood. And the king had missed breakfast

A Thousand Perfect Things

It is very easy to be a military strategist, a mercenary, or a king, but much harder to be a father.

Tides of Tranquility

Can a woman not walk with her possessions down the street of a city?

The Way of Kings

It was a Saturday, soft and silent, when the Wind spoke for the first time.

Death of the Poet King