Quotes About Knight

She came in thinking she would rescue him, like some sort of story, like a little kid pretending to be a brave knight. He needed saving; therefore, she would save him. This was the way it used to work. It used to always be so simple, it was just the two of them and they could make shacks into palaces. But things change.

Well, I think it's pretty much established that I just didn't have any interest in coaching in the pros.

The noir hero is a knight in blood caked armor. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time.

People unable to bear the martyrdom [...] unintelligently jump off the path, and choose instead, conveniently enough, the world's admiration of their proficiency. The true knight of faith is a witness, never a teacher, and in this lies the deep humanity in him which is more worth than this foolish concern for others' weal and woe which is honoured under the name of sympathy, but which is really nothing but vanity.

Either the individual becomes a knight of faith by assuming the burden of the paradox, or he never becomes one.

From this, however, it does not follow that the ethical is to be abolished, but it acquires an entirely different expression, the paradoxical expression – that, for example, love to God may cause the knight of faith to give his love to his neighbor the opposite expression to that which, ethically speaking, is required by duty. If

With a heart of furious fancies Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. With a knight of ghosts and shadows I summoned am to tourney, Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end — Methinks it is no journey. —TOM·A·BEDLAM

Hardbread looked concerned, as usual. Red Hat looked grim, as usual. Oxel had his usual shifty sideways squint like the knight herald was another man's sheep he was thinking of making off with. And Shivers just looked like Shivers, which was probably the most troubling of the lot.

Vagueness spurred him into knight errantry.

At that moment, the images in the giant sphere seemed to freeze in place as all motion suddenly ceased. The charging dragon stood transfixed with a plume of flame suspended in front of his nostrils. The knight hung motionless in mid-stride, both feet off the ground, sword raised but unmoving. Time stood still. The crowd waited in breathless anticipation.

The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide, But forth vnto the darksome hole he went, And looked in:his glistring armor made A litle glooming light, much like a shade

A gentle knight was pricking on the plain.

There were twa sisters sat in a bour;Binnorie, O Binnorie!There came a knight to be their wooer,By the bonnie milldams o' Binnorie.

Vanni, I barely know Luke Riordan, but it's real clear he's not my knight in shining armor. He's done everything he can think of to discourage me, but let's be honest—this was no frontal attack from him. He admitted he's avoided me because of my age. The coward." Vanni

The unhorsing, wounding and capture of the enemy was sought, for corpses fetched little ransom, but in the blind chaos of the charge, death was a whore who did not care who she drew into her darkness, veteran knight or callow bachelor.

The big knight fell heavily to the ground, and lay there, as nearly dead as possible. His servants came running from the castle and took him in. He got better in the end, but nobody cared much about that.

Christianity is not an insurance ticket that provides eternal life; rather, it is a personal relationship with a Leader who wants you to follow Him and not go your own way. He wants you to devote your life to Him as a knight would be completely devoted to his king.

How'd you like to come here and give your knight in shining armor a big ol' kiss?

Well! What news? What news? — Good, I hope, said the knight, with spread hands — Ah my poor boy! Thus alamort! Surely, madam — There he stopt, and looked wistfully at me; then at my cousins — Mr. Reeves, Mrs. Reeves, speak a good word for my boy.

And aye, beside her stalks her amarous knight! Still on his thighs their wonted brogues are worn, And thro' those brogues, still tatter'd and betorn, His hindward charms glean an unearthly white, Ah! thus thro' broken clouds at night's high Noon Peeps in fair fragments forth the full-orb'd harvest-moon!

The lighthouse stood defiant against the onslaught of wind and wave, like a knight in a white tunic refusing to surrender even though he is shot through with bullets and his ribs are laid bare.

I still hung onto the hope that my broken knight would gallop back into my life and sweep me off my feet.

I have fought my fight, I have lived my life, I have drunk my share of wine; From Trier to Coln there was never a knight Led a merrier life than mine.

The people who create strain & stress for the population play life as a chess and they could be seen talking of making moves like queen, rook, bishop, knight and others.