Andrew Levkoff Quotes

The past is set down in a thousand thousand indelible scrolls. But the future is a blank parchment forever in wait of a present.

There is no such thing as unrequited love; the phrase ought to be stricken from the lexicon. Love is a thing shared, an intertwining of essential separateness into something not quite alone. There is nothing like it under the heavens. Like bread, it will not be made with flour or water alone; the recipe requires both. Guarding each other's vulnerability provides the yeast that makes it rise, and salt from the tears that caring brings lends the finishing touch.

Why must there always be a price to pay for every indulgence, and why must it so often be withdrawn from the bankrupt accounts of the innocent?

Oh, the unintended consequences of perfidy!

They say in moments of great fear or desperation, a man will always make a choice - either to flee or face his enemy, but choice requires thought, and in the moment when you know for certain that death is stalking you with strides you cannot outrun, there is no time for thought. You do not choose. Like Betto, or Malchus, or Valens, you act, doing either one thing or the other.

Ignorance is an underrated virtue, my lord.

Alone with my wine and my misery, I was convinced that life was composed of a string of "if only's" leading from one self-inflicted bungle to the next until at some point, one's final iteration of the excuse became one's final utterance, and one expired.

Why can't I remember that not once have I ever seen a coin, whether grimy copper or bright gold, that had but one side.

It is we who move through time, not the reverse. When we walk beyond any one of life's instants, it becomes nothing more than a receding milestone. We can look back, but we cannot retrace our steps. The past remains stationary, while we are doomed to move ever onwards. To do otherwise is against nature.

Pride costs nothing, yet it is especially precious when it can be "purchased" at someone else's expense.

Since my arrival in Rome, I have had many opportunities to wonder if compassion's opposite is cruelty, or to reflect whether or not indifference would serve as a better black to its white.

I don't care how smart you are. You'll never understand how little you really know until you've had a woman.

When I asked him how this cramping might affect his sword arm, he assured me it was only the narrow grip of the writing instruments that troubled him.
"If we fought with pens," he said, "I would be forced to fall upon mine.

He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay beyond.

Children - their untroubled, idyllic vision of the future is almost always shattered. Sooner or later they learn what all youth must - that life is the cruel fate that awaits them while they make plans for a tomorrow that will never be.

We would soon be on our way to war, where mercy is unwise and kindness has no place.

Some men simply refuse to appear insulted. But then, having felt the sting from the slap on their cheek, know just where to slip the knife, their smile never fading.

Illicit sex, Marcus, drives at least half the decisions of the modern world, wouldn't you agree?

King Abgarus asked, "If I may, general, what weapon do you prefer?"
Crassus took no more than a moment to answer. "Overwhelming odds.

It is laughable how often good manners interfere with my survival.

You'd be surprised what people will accept once you insist two or three times running that they have seen what you tell them they have seen.

It is a terrible thing to witness death by violence, a thousand times worse to hold a man's life in your own hands and to willingly, consciously take it from him. Acknowledged or not, something noble has been scoured from your insides, never to be replaced. You saved a friend's life, and there lies ample justification. But never peace, never balance, never the same. At least that is how it seems to me.