Quotes About Warrior

Ninjas are so cool!

I've always been in love with samurais, that kind of classic idea about a hero who has a sword with an intense skill and is very stoic and doesn't talk much.

Honestly, I don't talk; I just like to fight. I'm not a good talker.

When I'm right behind him I say, "Boo." He freezes and I put the Glock to the back of his head. "I know you want to die by hoodoo like a real warrior magician. I get it. And that's why it's going to happen like this." I shoot him and let him fall on the floor with the dead guards. Fuck him. Fuck magic. Fuck the faction. And double fuck whoever shot me in the chest.

philosophical tenet basic to SEALdom. That concept is: if you set your mind on a goal and your spirit is the spirit of a Warrior, the word impossible DOES NOT EXIST.

The warrior who goes off to battle should not boast as the one who returns from it.

the path of the warrior is lifelong, and that mastery is often simply staying on the path.

The samurai lived by a simple creed – no hesitation, no doubt, no surprise, no fear.

Little Dhampir

Too bad you got so bogged down in books. You've got the spirit of a warrior.

I'd seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.

That was ridiculous," I told Dorian, once she'd left. "She's not the kind of person to fall for your flirting." "On the contrary," said Dorian. "She's exactly the kind of person to fall for it. I understand these warrior maids, you know. They live such harsh, cold lives, always trying to keep up with the men... when really, they just need someone to make them feel like a woman. And that, of course, is an area in which I excel. Why, if I'd had ten minutes alone with her—

I opened the small blade of my knife and handed it to Peewee, "With your shield or on it, soldier." "You take it." "I won't need it. 'Two-Fisted Death,' they call me around dark alleys." This was propaganda, but why worry her? Sans peur et sans reproche—maiden-rescuing done cheaply, special rates for parties.

I knew the deeper meaning of "better death than dishonor"—I knew now why Roman matrons said, "With your shield or on it.

cat came toward him, paced away, then returned. Its dark face was as fierce as a Maori. The fur on its spine was spiked like a Mohawk warrior. Pike

Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat & stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame crimson, and I am content......Conan the Cimmerian.

I never saw a man fight as Conan fought. He put his back to the courtyard wall, and before they overpowered him the dead men were strewn in heaps thigh-deep about him. But at last they dragged him down, a hundred against one.

As a warrior in life, you must turn this dynamic around: make the thought of death something not to escape but to embrace. Your days are numbered. Will you pass them half awake and halfhearted or will you live with a sense of urgency?

I am not anyone to speak aloud of Adolf Hitler. His life and his actions do not invite sentimental emotions, because he was a warrior fighting for humanity, an apostle of the Gospel of the Rights of all peoples. He was a reformer of the highest rank. His historic destiny was to act in a time of unprecedented brutality, to which he eventually fell victim. So must any West European see Adolf Hitler. We, his followers, however, bow our heads before his disappearance.

This is a kill-or-be-killed scenario, leech, Regin the Radiant, a glowing-skinned millennium-old swordswoman, told Ellie in a baleful tone. So raise your weapon and prepare for your end. 'Cause I'm about to take your head. Ellie yawned. Ten days of this was getting old. Girl, I don't wanna play video games anymore.

Last night, Dixon had suggested combat boots in place of Carrow's own—her two-thousand-dollar, gathered-leather, over-the-knee boots. "Do you want me to go in as an enchantress or a warrior?" Carrow had asked testily. "Pick a caste, any caste, mortal. I myself think I have the best chance as an enchantress. And fuck-me boots are standard-issue.

She wanted to purr—because apparently central casting had just sent down the consummate virile warlord.

Bringing it, Nïx the Ever-Knowing, Soothsayer Without Equal, General of the New Army of Vertas.

Eyes like amber cast in sun, skin and hair of firelit gold. Formed to war, courage as none, beauty to behold.' You are Reginleit the Radiant.