Quotes About Conquest

If you look at old Earth's bloodiest periods, there are several patterns that repeat. One is missionaries come. Missionaries get killed. Army comes. Houses and crops get burned. Natives get killed. And the flag comes last. Suddenly a whole lot of local folks find themselves with an empress or kaiser or president they never voted for.

She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was through her sadness.

L'unicité du « moi » se cache justement dans ce que l'être humain a d'inimaginable. On ne peut imaginer que ce qui est identique chez tous les êtres, ce qui leur est commun. Le « moi » individuel, c'est ce qui se distingue du général, donc ce qui ne se laisse ni deviner ni calculer d'avance, c'est qu'il faut d'abord dévoiler, découvrir, conquérir chez l'autre.

The people of Hispaniola had their lives unjustly and savagely taken by professed Jesus followers, and they were not, as we all know, the only ones to meet such a fate. Millions of their Indigenous sisters and brothers on Turtle Island were killed at the hands of other Europeans, as nation after imperial nation, bearing Christ on their lips and crosses on their military standards, followed suit.21

Volevo essere un sovrano, un re, avere ciò che ho sempre desiderato: il massimo potere. Una volta che ho conquistato la corona di Albion ho dovuto combattere ancora di più. C'era sempre un qualche bastardo in giro che cercava di rubare la mia corona. Su una torre di teschi ho costruito il mio trono e finalmente ho conosciuto la pace.

Nobody wins, ask Caesar

It is the untold story of this war and it is the story of every war ever fought. Greedy men seeing someone weaker with something they want.

Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the 'Momentary' masters of a 'Fraction' of a 'Dot'

Eliminate the tyranny of magic from mankind.

conquering territory is one thing, while administering it is quite another.

The consensus seemed to be that if really large numbers of men were sent to storm the mountain, then enough might survive the rocks to take the citadel. This is essentially the basis of all military thinking.

Cats are like witches. They don't fight to kill, but to win. There is a difference. There's no point in killing an opponent. That way, they won't know they've lost, and to be a real winner you have to have an opponent who is beaten and knows it. There's no triumph over a corpse, but a beaten opponent, who will remain beaten every day of the remainder of their sad and wretched life, is something to treasure.

Do you need an excuse to have a war? I mean, who for? Can't you just say You got lots of cash and land, but I've got a big sword, so divvy up right now, chop chop.

Needless to say, they refused to submit to the Empire, conducting such a persistent guerrilla war that the Romans gave up hope of conquering Scotland, and the Wee Free Men remained both wee and free.

There are many sets of eyes watching the world at this time. That is part of your disadvantage. But military conquest will not be sought here because the world is too valuable, and the foreign races who seek to establish themselves here need humanity as their workforce—a compliant and willing workforce—for these foreign races cannot live in this environment for reasons that you would not guess.

Winning is kinda the cure to all things; to getting followers, fans, success. You've just gotta win.

When I knock people out, they're not getting up.

I like threatening, handling, and conquering and excel at it.

One of the Spaniards' first actions during the Reconquest was to destroy the Moorish baths.

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Gallia est omnis divisa in partres tres. (All Gaul is divided into three parts)

Every dent, every scratch, every mark, tells a story. A story that ends with me, winning.

Citlaltépetl is as old as the world, but to this day, no man, native or Spaniard, has yet climbed all the way to the top of it. If anyone ever did, the passing stars would probably scrape him off his perch.

The fatal error of much science fiction has been to subscribe to an optimism based on the idea that revolution, or a new gimmick, or a bunch of strong men, or an invasion of aliens, or the conquest of other planets, or the annihilation of half the world--in short, pretty nearly anything but the facing up to the integral and irredeemable nature of mankind--can bring about utopian situations. It is the old error of the externalization of evil.