Quotes About Invasion

I was in Kansas for about a month, and we worked most of the time in a very small town, so it felt like the production basically took the whole town over. In a way, we were the Martians in Kansas.

Dover's cliffs call to mind the Roman invasion; the Battle of Britain; our proximity to, yet difference from, mainland Europe; and international trade and exploration, both fair and exploitative.

What we need is a strong defense, but right now there is zero chance of an invasion by another country and right now we have more firepower than all other countries put together.

I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.

The conqueror writes history, they came, they conquered and they write. You don't expect the people who came to invade us to tell the truth about us.

This is going to be big." When Coop's head tipped to the side like a confused schnauzer, he added, "The hotel room of some big-time penis was just violently invaded." "It's pianist.

If most of the natural "goodness" that bugs need to sustain themselves is removed from food products, what self-respecting bacteria or fungus is going to invade that food? They know better. They won't eat that junk—it will slowly kill them.

The buttons on her back gave way as if before a Mongol horde.

Die Krebszellen waren Menschen in Kleinausgabe. Alles fressen, was ihnen in den Weg kommt, ohne Rücksicht auf Verluste, auch in Kauf nehmend, vor lauter Gier, dass irgendwann der Wirt nicht mehr ist.

Every sickness has an alien quality, a feeling of invasion and loss of control that is evident in the language we use about it.

I am not interested in theories, she had taught herself to say, for fear of being invaded by something other than a dream. But she was not certain what she meant and not sure that it was true.

And then they came, right out of the smoke like a freakin' little kid's nightmare! Some were steaming, some were even still burning…some were walking, some crawling, some just dragging themselves along on their torn bellies…maybe one in twenty was still able to move, which left…shit…a couple thousand? And behind them, mixing with their ranks and pushing steadily toward us, the remaining million that the air strike hadn't even touched!

She'd never thought of it as a colony. Instead it had been invaded, occupied, enslaved. She supposed colonized was more palatable to those who'd done it.

Anything that comes from the north is bad news.

Vi que Cippanhamm estava pegando fogo. A fumaça escurecia o céu de inverno e o horizonte estava cheio de homens, homens montados, homens com espadas, machados, escudos, lanças e estandartes, e mais cavaleiros vinham da porta leste, trovejando sobre a ponte. Porque as orações de Alfredo haviam falhado e os dinamarqueses tinham vindo a Wessex.

The story hurries now. It quickens like a stream coming to a fall in the hills and, like a cascade foaming down jumbled rocks, it gets angry and violent, confused even. For it was in that year, 876, that the Danes made their greatest effort yet to rid England of its last kingdom, and the onslaught was huge, savage, and sudden.

King Alfred's dream was turning into reality. I am old enough to remember a time when the Danes ruled almost all of what is now England. They captured Northumbria, took East Anglia, and occupied all of Mercia. Guthrum the Dane had then invaded Wessex, driving Alfred and a handful of men into the marshes of Sumorsæte, but Alfred had won the unlikely victory at Ethandun, and ever since the Saxons had inexorably worked their way northwards.

One thing I learned about the Danes was that they knew how to spy. The monks who write the chronicles tell us that they came from nowhere, their dragon-prowed ships suddenly appearing from a blue vacancy, but it was rarely like that. The Viking crews might attack unexpectedly, but the big fleets, the war fleets, went where they knew there was already trouble. They found an existing wound and filled it like maggots.

it's full of Frenchmen who are raping anything that isn't dead and probably things that are dead if they're still fresh

The barbarian invasion put an end, for six centuries, to the civilization of western Europe. It lingered in Ireland until the Danes destroyed it in the ninth century;

En qué estoy pensando? Estoy pensando en que si ya ni siquiera me permiten pensar, si invaden incluso mi cabeza, no queda ningún lugar para refugiarse. Salvo, quizá, la locura.

Some people can sometimes really invade your space and kind of never leave you alone.

I've definitely had my fair share of guys being a little too much with me, and they think just because they follow me on Instagram, they know me.

Precisamos que as pessoas tentem imaginar de verdade – de uma vez por todas – como é ter seu corpo invadido, sua mente despedaçada, sua alma estilhaçada.