Quotes About Leadership

Jack clenched his teeth against the rising pain inside him. He took being team leader to heart both on and off the battlefield. The mission and his men were his responsibility. Rico, Pecos and Neil were his Delta brothers, and it killed him that he could only remember bits and pieces of what happened. They're here, DT. They're alive! Will Taylor's—aka

True greatness, true leadership, is achieved not by reducing men to one's service but in giving oneself in selfless service to them.

When order in study was finally reestablished, Wrath looked downright nasty. Next one of you mouthy assholes makes me pound my desk again, I'm throwing you the fuck out. On that note, he reached down, picked up the cowering ninety-pounds retriever, and settled George in his lap. You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off.

Rhage cleared his throat. "My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit.

The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females? How about you get off my dick?

All kings are blind. The good ones see this and use more than their eyes to lead.

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called

Wrath what do you say Fuck' came the reply Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer.

Wrath jammed a finger in V's face. "Don't follow me. We clear? You don't follow me." "You stupid fool," V said with total exhaustion. "You're the king. We all must follow you.

Dearest Virgin Scribe, without his father, he was so alone, even as he was surrounded by people who served him.

I'm going to stay here and see if he comes back, Wrath said as the double doors opened and V strode in. I want the rest of you out searching for him in the city, but before you go, first let's get an update from our very own Katie Couric. He nodded at Vishous. Katie? V's glare was the ocular version of a fully extended middle finger

Wrath pulled the trigger on the brotherhood...

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mother ship called.

Wrath to Butch : I always knew you were a royal; just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass part is all.

The guy was cracking down on the Brotherhood, organizing shifts, trying to turn four loose cannons like V, Phury, Rhage, and Z into soldiers. No wonder he always looked like his head hurt.

Wrath would always come first for him. It was true for all the Brothers. And considering what Wrath had done to the game room, that was not a bad thing.

A leader gathered his thoughts before he spoke; he did not rush to the podium to be adored. Ego, after all, was the root of evil.

Para reforzar el punto, Xcor se sentó al pie de la puerta. Poniendo la espalda contra los paneles. Confiaba en sus soldados con su vida en el campo de batalla, pero había una hermosa y fuerte hembra allá abajo y ellos eran unos cachondos hijos de puta en celo, la gran mayoría. Habrían pasado por encima de él para tenerla.

If he had been one of Xcor's males, the Brother might well have had to be killed so that Xcor could retain his prime position: It was a basic tenent of leadership that one eliminated those who presented a potential challenge to one's position ... although it wasn't as if his band were incompetents—after all, one had to eliminate the weak as well. The Bloodletter had taught him that and so much more.

Wrath jammed a finger in V's face. "Don't follow me. We clear? You don't follow me." "You stupid fool," V said with total exhaustion. "You're the king. We all must follow you." -Wrath & Vishous

what say you?" "Fuck," came the reply. "Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer." Wrath

Brave kid. Wrath cupped the nape of the male's neck, slid his other arm under the knees, and slowly rose. The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body. As he stepped away from the Dumpster and started for the Escalade, Wrath felt as though he held his whole race aloft in his arms, and he was glad he had to wear sunglasses to protect his weak eyes. His wraparounds hid the sheen of tears.

Wrath, what say you?" "Fuck," came the reply. "Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer.