Quotes About Fight

The world began in chaos and it will end in chaos. The gods brought the world into existence, and they will end it when they fight among themselves, but in between the chaos of the world's birth and the chaos of the world's death is order, and order is made by oaths, and oaths bind us like the buckles of a harness.

It will never end. Till the world ends in the chaos of Ragnarok, we will fight for our women, for our land, and for our homes. Some Christians speak of peace, of the evil of war, and who does not want peace? But then some crazed warrior comes screaming his god's filthy name into your face and his only ambitions are to kill you, to rape your wife, to enslave your daughters, and take your home, and so you must fight.

There's war between the gods, Uhtred, war between the Christian god and our gods, and when there is war in Asgard the gods make us fight for them on earth.

We had to fight, because to decline battle was a defeat.

And that, too, was the truth, that a man cannot step back from a fight and stay a man. We make much in this life if we are able. We make children and wealth and amass land and build halls and assemble armies and give great feasts, but only one thing survives us. Reputation. I could not walk away.

Well damn him. I was not dead yet, and so long as I lived I would fight for Æthelflaed.

When a man cannot fight he should curse. The gods like to feel needed.

You bastard!' he shouted. He was quick. No warrior stays alive by being slow.

When a man cannot fight he would curse. The gods like to feel needed.

If the Danes are outnumbered," my father told me that night, "they won't fight. They're like dogs, the Danes. Cowards at heart, but they're given courage by being in a pack.

Fear might work on a man, but confidence fights against fear.

We were three ships in a summer's dawn, and we were going to battle.

Next time we fight the Danes you'll be with me. You? Because we are warriors, I said, and our job is to kill our enemies, not be nursemaids to weaklings.

The world began in chaos and it will end in chaos. The gods brought the world into existence, and they will end it when they fight among themselves, but in between the chaos of the world's birth and the chaos of the world's death is order, and order is made by oaths, and oaths bind us like the buckles of a harness.

Have you heard a cuckoo yet?" I asked Steapa. "Not yet." "It's time to go," I said, "unless you want to kill me?" "Maybe later," Steapa said, "but for the moment I'll fight beside you." And

Their wings will shadow the sun, their breath will scorch the earth, and their fire will consume the righteous! So we all die ? No, no, no! We fight them! How do you fight a dragon ? I asked him. With prayer, boy, with prayer. So we all die.

He'll fight like a bull,' I said, 'and he's honest. But does he think like a wildcat?

Why did I choose to fight him? He was going to die whether I fought him or not, and he was dangerous, half my age and a warrior. But it is reputation, always reputation. Pride, I suppose, is the most treacherous of virtues.

A man does not go into battle without fear.

And in that great hall of the gods I will meet so many men that I once fought, whom I killed, and we shall feast together and watch the middle-earth beneath us and see men fight as we once fought, and so the world will go on till Ragnarok's chaos engulfs it.

Tomorrow! he said suddenly. His voice was high, but it carried clearly enough. Tomorrow we fight! Tomorrow! The Feast of St John the Apostle! Oh God, Leofric grumbled next to me, up to our arsholes in more saints.

He'll fight like a bull and he's honest. But does he think like a wildcat?

There, ahead of me, was the enemy. I love the Danes. There are no better men to fight with, drink with, laugh with or live with. Yet that day, as on so many others of my life, they were the enemy and they waited for me in a gigantic shield wall arrayed across the down. There were thousands of Danes, Spear-Danes and Sword-Danes, Danes who had come to make this land theirs, and we had come to keep it ours.

And we screamed. We screamed our war cry, our shout of slaughter, our joy of being men in battle who are driven by terror.