Hello friends. This post is a collection of quotes from the book - The Evening and the Morning by Ken Follett.
The Evening and the Morning has been described as an epic journey into a historical past rich with ambition and rivalry, death and birth, love and hate, that will end where The Pillars of the Earth begins.
The Vikings were thieves, rapists, and murderers. They attacked along the coast and up rivers. They set fire to towns, stole everything they could carry, and murdered everyone except young men and women, whom they captured to sell as slaves.
You want a grand passion, a lifelong romance, but those exist only in poems. In real life we women settle for what we can get.
The loss of a child is a terrible grief to a mother, and it makes no difference how many more you may have.
England is a rich old lady with a box full of money and no one to guard it. Of course we get robbed.
Englishmen keep their promises when it suits their convenience, and not otherwise.
Clergymen took money from poor peasants and lived in comfort; the least they could do in return was to perform the services conscientiously and pray for the souls of the people who supported them. But these men were simply taking the church's money and using it to support an idle life. They were worse than thieves. It was blasphemy.
There will be someone else, one day. It will probably take you by surprise. You'll believe you're still in love with the old one, and suddenly you'll realize that all the time you're thinking about a different girl.
There's no place for a single noblewoman. She's no use, but she still requires gowns and jewels and horses and servants, and her father gets tired of paying out and getting nothing back. What's more, the married women hate her, because they think she wants to steal their husbands.
An ignorant man thinks foreigners are stupid - not realizing that he himself would appear just as foolish if he went abroad.
Oh, anyone can learn a new language. All it takes is a little patience.
Conquest could be a matter merely of killing men and entering a stronghold, but holding on to power was never so simple - and appearances were crucial. People wanted their leader to be big and strong and handsome and rich, and his wife to be young and beautiful.
A monastery is awfully like a big, powerful family: rivalry, jealousy, squabbling, hierarchy - and love. And it's hard to escape from.
I'm glad when I see trouble coming, because I can deal with it. The real danger comes from surprises.
Women behaved badly when their men could not see them. They squabbled, shrieked, and ran one another down in ways that their husbands would have derided. No doubt men, too, misbehaved when the opposite sex was not there to be disdainful.
Two things gave him joy: money and power. And they were the same, really. He loved to have power over people, and money gave him that. He could not imagine ever having more power and money than he wanted. He was a bishop, but he wanted to be archbishop, and when he achieved that he would strive to become the king's chancellor, perhaps to be king; and even then he would want more power and money. But life was like that, he thought; you could eat your fill in the evening and still be hungry come breakfast time.
Great ones sin with impunity while lesser men are brutally chastised. What could God's purpose be in this travesty of justice?
A monk should develop an accepting disposition. We can't correct all the evil in the world.
Ragna became quiet, deep in thought, hardly talking to the people around her. Gradually she realized she had to face up to a hard fact: Wilf would never love her the way she wanted to be loved. He was fond of her, he respected her, and sooner or later he would probably begin to spend some nights with her again. But she would always be just one of the mares in his stable. This was not the life she had dreamed of when she fell in love with him. Could she get used to it?
There's something about having slaves that brings out the worst in people. Slave owners become savage. They beat and kill and rape as if it were all right.
A man who did not suffer a spasm of fear before a battle was a fool.
You've been through one setback after another, mostly due to the malice of evil men, and yet you never give up. Every time you're knocked to the ground you just get up and start again. You amaze me.
A king was a remote personage. In theory he was all-powerful but, in practice, edicts issued from a faraway royal court might not be enforced. The decisions of local overlords often had more effect on everyday life. But that changed when the king came to town.
How easy it was to fool people, especially if you had some kind of status. Men who were so gullible deserved everything that was coming to them.
In an argument it was never good to ask a question: that simply gave the opponent an opening.
Sometimes a man just drops dead, especially one who has been getting drunk every evening for years.