Quotes About Archery

My understanding of racial discrimination as a child was highly distorted because the most prominent man in Archery was an African-American bishop. When he came home from up north, where he was in charge of A.M.E. churches in five states, it was front-page news. He was the most successful man in my life.

Since the first archer fired the first arrow, warriors have been inventing ways to strike their enemies while removing themselves from harm's way.

The history of the bow and arrow is the history of mankind

Nothing clears a troubled mind better than shooting a bow.

Their bewilderment is so great that, when one of the girls spoke of archery clubs being fashionable in the States, somebody blurted out: I suppose the Indians taught you?; and I am constantly expecting to ask Mrs. St. George how she heats her wigwam in winter.

Cat lovers take cover. Believe it or not, in the 15th century, there was a 'sport' involving the swinging of cats (by the tail) into the air where they would become moving targets for archers at fetes, fayres and country festivals. Crowded festivals would be described as having no room to 'swing the cat' as revellers would be in danger of being hit by stray arrows.   When

Now, it was Steve's turn. He focused all his thoughts and remembered all his training in Minecraft world. Mater Kung used to say, focus depends on breathing. "Breathe in" while taking aim and "breathe out" while releasing. He did that and took an aim. Bang! Bullseye!

In the classic Zen in the Art of Archery, Eugen Herrigel's teacher urged him always to take his next shot unburdened by previous failures to hit the target; as he improved, his teacher urged him not to be influenced by his successes either, to stay in the present moment.

Anyone who's watched 'The Hunger Games', or female archers, knows that that is an absolutely physiologically ridiculous idea.

I used to play football at school, and I enjoyed really physical sports, but I now try to avoid any sports that might build up different muscles. That might have a negative impact on my archery.

I'm a big archery person. I grew up shooting bows. Some people play golf, I do this.

Bow and quiver coming up, Nico said. And ukelele, Will added. Nico winced. Do we really hate Python that much? Will raised an eyebrow.

Archery is definitely easier outside, as I can attest after that one time I tried target practice in my father's throne room. And driving the sun...well, that's not really an indoor sport either.

Frank rose, tugged at his shirt, then didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. At one time, I would have been used to such nervous behavior from mortals I encountered, but now, it took me a moment to realize Frank was still in awe of me. Perhaps, being a shape-shifter, Frank was more willing than most to believe that, despite my unimpressive mortal appearance, I was still the same old god of archery inside. You see? I told you Frank was adorable.

Behind me, somebody cleared his throat. It was one of Annabeth's half-brothers, Malcolm. His face was bright red. "Um, sorry," he said. "Archery practice is starting, Annabeth. Chiron said to come find you." I stepped away from Annabeth. "We were just looking at maps," I said stupidly. Malcolm stared at me. "Okay." "Tell Chiron I'll be right there," Annabeth said, and Malcolm left in a hurry.

All the bows bent simultaneously, like blades of wheat in a field blown by a sudden summer breeze; then the arrows were released with a collective sound like a church bell tolling. The shafts, flying faster than the swiftest bird, rose into the air then turned downward and fell on the crossbowmen like a hailstorm.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,I shot his fellow of the selfsame flightThe selfsame way with more advised watch,To find the other forth, and by adventuring both,I oft found both.

Unlike settled, patriarchal societies such as classical Greece and Rome, where women stayed home to weave and mind children, the lives of nomadic steppe tribes centered on horses and archery.

A longbow takes a massive draw for the arrow to go anywhere.

I can't believe you're going to sacrifice your archery mojo for MacReive. Lucia would forfeit her fantastical skill with a bow if she was unchaste. Who am I going to hang out with when your a talentless nobody?

I'll shoot you so full of arrows— He held her tight. Eventually, you will run out of those. I make my own, she said between gritted teeth. O' course you do. But I consider your archery our foreplay. So—fire—away.

I'm not sure why anyone on the face of the planet would want to use a bow and arrow. I mean, it seems like a fairly limited field of expertise and usefulness. Unless your name is Katniss.

When I look down the range at the target all I can do is try to distinguish between the different colors.

I just sing. But I have a fun hobby: I love to do archery. I'm pretty good on target. I'm not sure about the distances - maybe only 7 or 10 feet, so far, but I've scored the bull's eye several times, but usually always hit the target.