Quotes About Unity

As soon as the boy left the hall, Ramsey suggested that Brodick fill Gideon in on all that had transpired. Our commanders are going to have to coordinate their efforts for the attack, he said. Iain wants Winslow and Dylan and you to handpick the soldiers who'll ride with us into England. We're attacking England? Gideon asked, astonished. No, Brodick answered. Though the thought of it warms my heart.

Nicholaa?" His voice was a bare whisper. "Yes?" she whispered back. "You belong with me.

This is the Centre Americain de Secours. What is more American than wild hope?

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead.

Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.

Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind

You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.

you will know that you are part of the one great magic that binds us all together. Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you....

Ask us for any help you need...Let us be strong for you.

I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams.

Because if I see you defeated, then I think I will see Alban defeated, and if that happens, none of us can go on. To guard you is to guard the heart of this land of ours.

My heart. Your heart.

it matters not if you are here, or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light on the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are – you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

A tale can start in many ways. Thus, it is many tales, and at the same time each of these is but one way of telling the same story.

The threads of many beliefs can run side by side; from time to time they tangle, and mesh into a stronger rope.

But some things did not change... Courage, for instance. Dedication to a cause. Comradeship. When they were strong and pure, when they came from deep in the bone, those qualities could hold fast against all odds.

His heart and mine added a rhythm all their own. We turned and turned, and with every turning we breathed a little more quickly and held on a little more tightly, and when we came back to the place we started, we stopped dancing and stood with our arms around each other, holding on as if we would never let go, not if the sky fell and the whole world came to an end.

Team, aren't we? That means we trust each other, no matter what. Watch each other's back. Keep an eye out for trouble.

I'll go on any path you want. Might give you a push sometimes, keep you walking straight. But whatever happens, I'll be right there beside you. Rain or shine. Shadows or light. Step for step. Always.

There is a superior unity of all those who despite all, fight in different parts of the world the same battle, lead the same revolt, and are the bearers of the same intangible Tradition. These forces appear to be scattered and isolated in the world, and yet are inexorably connected by a common essence that is meant to preserve the absolute ideal of the Imperium and to work for its return.

And who will join this standing up and the ones who stood without sweet company will sing and sing back into the mountains and if necessary even under the sea: we are the ones we have been waiting for.

Our earth is round, and, among other things, that means that you and I can hold completely different points of view and both be right. The difference of our positions will show stars in your window I cannot even imagine. Your sky may burn with light, while mine, at the same moment, spreads beautiful to darkness. Still we must choose how we separately corner the circling universe of our experience. Once chosen, our cornering will determine the message of any star and darkness we encounter.