Quotes About Warrior

Du hast gesagt, ich sei ein Krieger [...] Du sagtest, das sei meine Natur und ich dürfe mich nicht dagegen wehren. Aber du hattest Unrecht, Vater. Ich habe nur gekämpft, weil ich musste. Über meine Natur kann ich nicht bestimmen, wohl aber über mein Handeln. Und das werde ich, denn jetzt bin ich frei.

Will said to his father's ghost, "You said I was a warrior. You told me that was my nature, and I shouldn't argue with it. Father, you were wrong. I fought because I had to. I can't choose my nature, but I can choose what I do. And I will choose, because now I'm free.

You said I was a warrior. You told me that was my nature, and I shouldn't argue with it. Father, you were wrong. I fought because I had to. I can't choose my nature, but I can choose what I do. And I will choose, because now I'm free.

This was the only place in all the world for the last of the old heroes: Druss the Legend, standing with the last hopes of the Drenai on the battlements of the greatest fortress ever built, waiting for the largest army in the world. Where else would he be?

Who do you think you are?' Asiron asked, with a dry humourless laugh. 'I'll tell you who I am,' answered Parmenion, the words of Tamis echoing in his mind. 'I am Parmenion, the Death of Nations.

But the baresark loses all fear; his is all-out attack, and invariably he takes his opponent with him even if he falls.

Saying of the Prophet Struggle The holy warrior is he who struggles with himself.

Dicho del Profeta Lucha El guerrero santo es aquél que lucha consigo mismo.

He did not fear such enemies, nor a dozen armies like them. He was khan of the sea of grass and they were just city men, soft and fat for all their bluster and sharp swords. He would cut them down.

A man without a cause from God is often just an angry man who doesn't know where to direct his pent-up energy and aggression. A warrior with a cause from God directs that warlike energy for a cause greater than himself.

Behind the mask Jackaroo wore, there could be a face of bone, its flesh long since eaten away. Jackaroo could fight as a trained soldier, with swords and shield; he could ride a horse like a Lord; and he had the knowledge of letters which only the Lords held.

Is Loor a man's name or a woman's name?" Aja, TRB. It is the name of a female warrior." Loor, TRB. What did she do that was so heroic?" Aja, TRB She killed her enemies and ate them." Loor, TRB.

You are courageous Gabriella. And strong. And clever. Remember that in battle.

For in the night, unseen, a single warrior, In sombre harness mailed, Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall has scaled. He passed into the chamber of the sleeper, The dark and silent room, And as he entered, darker grew, and deeper, The silence and the gloom.

What would you have done?" Esme demanded. "Screamed for help, of course. But it would never occur to you to call for help. You don't just think you're a warrior. You think you're a whole army.

I grunted. "She's not a delicate princess," I said. "She's a warrior. Warriors have enemies. Sometimes warriors get hurt." I felt my jaws clench. "And then their friends even things up.

Give it to 'em! Take 'em down! First Aleran! Kick their furry-- Assault formation!

A human of significantly less clumsiness than most came aboard, a small male, and despite its diminutive stature, it moved with a warrior's confidence and wore a very large and fine hat. Such hats often signified humans who considered themselves important, which was adorable for the first few moments and trying ever after.

I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me: It was a battle cry.

The five minutes of kindness you showed her is going to help thousands of others. And that only takes into account the past day. Despair and pain were averted. Loss and tragedy thwarted. Do you think you haven't struck a blow for the light, Warrior?

To be a warrior is not a simple matter of wishing to be one. It is rather an endless struggle that will go on to the very last moment of our lives. Nobody is born a warrior, in exactly the same way that nobody is born an average man. We make ourselves into one or the other.

When a warrior had enough feathers to make a war bonnet, he invited a few of his friends to his tepee. After enjoying a meal and smoking the pipe, they ceremoniously laid out the feathers and sorted them according to size. As each feather was being prepared, the story of the deed performed by the warrior in earning it was retold. Then the feather was fastened in its place on the war bonnet.

Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.