Quotes About Armor

We're multigenerational Squires. (Carl) Which means what? You prance around with tinfoil armor and plastic swords pretending to be knights? (Nick)

It was safe to assume that the rider would be carrying a weapon of some kind. After all, there was no point in wearing half armor and going weaponless.

Relax? he repeated incredulously. You're going to fight an armored knight with nothing more than a bow and you tell me to relax? I'll have one or two arrows as well, you know, Halt told him mildly, and Horace shook his head in disbelief.

Lend me your helmet

And I doubt that the average border guard in Skandia will see the difference—particularly if you're dressed in that fine suit of Gallican armor you took from Deparnieux.

Though I like the various forms of football in the world, I don't think they begin to compare with these two great Anglo-Saxon ball games for sophisticated elegance and symbolism. Baseball and cricket are beautiful and highly stylized medieval war substitutes, chess made flesh, a mixture of proud chivalry and base — in both senses — greed. With football we are back to the monotonous clashing armor of the brontosaurus.

Djinn," she said. "We go to review the troops. Clothe me as befits a queen." "Silks and satins?" he asked, eyes sparkling like sapphires. "White brocade?" "Armor," she said. "And flame.

May the enemies you make be interesting ones." "My father used to say that." "Your father"-the smile made itself patent-"was an interesting enemy." "Yes." Tristen rubbed his fingertips in circles against the heels of his hands, making how armour rasp. "I recall.

Within her the core of rebellion hardened. She would dress as she chose, because clothes and appearance were part of a woman's armor in this world whether Bernard of Clairvaux approved or not.

Within her the core of rebellion hardened. She would dress as she chose, because clothes and appearance were part of a woman's armor in this world

there is love at first sight - so the troubadours say - and there is the love that you take on piece by piece - like armouring yourself . . .' A thoughtful look crossed his face. 'Or perhaps like removing your armour. How many people would you allow within the space between your heart and your shield

Cada sentimiento es un punto débil en la coraza. Una grieta que te hace vulnerable

We held certain truths to be self-evident, but those truths were that elves hate orcs and wizards can't wear metal armor.

For justs, and tourneys, and barriers; the glories of them are chiefly in the chariots, wherein the challengers make their entry; especially if they be drawn with strange beasts: as lions, bears, camels, and the like; or in the devices of their entrance; or in the bravery of their liveries; or in the goodly furniture of their horses and armor. But enough of these toys.

Put on all of God's armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies of the devil. —Ephesians 6:11

The picture he was cleaning showed an armored figure standing in a desolate landscape. It had no weapon, but held a staff bearing a strange, stiff banner. The visor of this figure's helmet was entirely of gold, without eye slits or ventilation; in its polished surface the deathly desert could be seen in reflection, and nothing more.

Upon his arm he bare a gay bracer*, *small shield And by his side a sword and a buckler, And on that other side a gay daggere, Harnessed well, and sharp as point of spear:

It's a question of dropping the armor and getting up and doing the work you want to do. And film at first is frightening because you are like, 'What's that camera doing?' But then it becomes family and therefore a really wonderful experience.

I go train, and like with Conan, I'm in leather, and with Drogo, I'm in leather or armor or something else. I'm not in my adidas sweat suit or my matching tracksuit pants to go work out. I got too busy of a day. I've got my boots.

Humility is the armour that you clothe yourself with throughout your life. We demean each other rather than lift up ourselves.

I think mascara is creepy," Liam volunteered. "Like lots of spider legs on a girl's eye. Really freaky part is if she starts to cry, and the spider legs dissolve and walk down her cheeks." ... "Girls wear makeup to feel stronger. It's armor for your face. You guys are stuck with the faces you have, which, in your cases, is unfortunate.

In any story, the villain is the catalyst. The hero's not a person who will bend the rules or show the cracks in his armor. He's one-dimensional intentionally, but the villain is the person who owns up to what he is and stands by it.

It seemed, indeed, to Phineas that as Mrs. Low was buckled up in such triple armour that she feared nothing, she might have been less loud in expression her abhorrence of the enemies of the Church. If she feared nothing, why should she scream so loudly?

No, the menace of the supernatural is that it attacks where modern minds are weakest, where we have abandoned our protective armor of superstition and have no substitute defense.