Quotes About Sword

No me desenvaines sin causa, no me envaines sin honor

I believe in the sword. As you can see, I carry two. Every witcher does. It's said, spitefully, the silver one is for monsters and the iron for humans. But that's wrong. As there are monsters which can be struck down only with a silver blade, so there are those for whom iron is lethal. And lola, not just any iron, it must come from a meteorite

What a hideous smile I have, Geralt thought, reaching for his sword. What a hideous face I have. And how hideously I squint. So that is what I look like? Damn.

is not only the execution and the excellence of the craft that determine the quality of a witcher's sword. As with mysterious elven or gnomish blades, whose secret has been lost, the mysterious power of a witcher's sword is bound to the hand and skill of the witcher wielding it. And, forsooth, owing to that magic's mysteries it is greatly potent against the Dark Powers.

Sir Falwick," said Geralt, not ceasing to smile. "If he draws his sword, I'll take it from him and beat the snotty-nosed little brat's arse with the flat of his blade. And then I'll batter the door down with him.

In the bathhouse, he was annoyed by the expression of the attendant, looking at his witcher medallion and his sword lying on the edge of the tub. He was annoyed by the fact that the attendant did not offer him a whore. He had no intention of availing himself of one, but in bathhouses everybody was offered them, so he was annoyed by the exception being made for him.

Geralt?' 'Mm?' 'Don't kill it . . . Can you not?' 'A sword is a sword, Dandelion. Once drawn . . . ' 'Please try.' 'I will.

The line delineated by destiny is winding, but leads to this tower. Towards annihilation, towards the destruction of established values, of the established order. But there, above the tower, do you see? A swallow. The symbol of hope. Take this sword. And may what is to come about, come about.

The sword of destiny has two edges… You are one of them.

You can be certain I will," Geralt said, taking the sword and slinging it across his back. "You can be certain I'll remember. In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

Come su tutte le lame di Viroleda, vi è inciso: 'Non sguainarla senza ragione, non rinfoderarla senza onore'. Ah! A Viroleda continuano a incidere questa iscrizione. Ma in tutto il mondo queste lame finiscono in mano a farabutti e a sciocchi. In tutto il mondo l'onore è sceso di prezzo, perché al giorno d'oggi è una merce difficile da vendere...

He swiftly pins his blade then draws a complicated and quick sign in the air

Because your faith and sacrifice, the price you're paying for your silence, will make you a better, a greater being. Or, at least, it could. But my faithlessness can do nothing. It's powerless. 'You ask what I believe in, in that case.' 'I believe in the sword.

They aren't elves!' yelled the horseman in the helmet with the nose-guard, drawing his sword. 'Take them alive! Alive!' One of the men who had jumped down from the wagon hesitated on hearing the order. Geralt, however, had already drawn his own sword and didn't hesitate for a second. The fervour of the other two men was somewhat cooled by the fountain of blood which spurted over them.

There were no Spirit-Seers among the guests that night to see the battered old ghost, armor in tatters but his broken sword held high,

I lived with a ninja once: a black guy with dreads who smelled like onions and garlic. He had a magic sword. Whenever you touched the sword, he knew about it. I don't know how.

Do you think that I have come to bring peace upon the earth? I have come to bring not peace but the sword. For I have come to set a man 'against his father, a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law' " (Mt 10:34–36).

Someday, when all your civilization and science are likewise swept away, your kind will pray for a man with a sword.

Springing back, sword high, he saw the horror strike the floor, wheel and scuttle toward him with appalling speed – a gigantic black spider, such as men see only in nightmare dreams.

Once the sword was drawn there was no turning back; for blood called for blood, and vengeance followed swift on the heels of atrocity.

The moon rose, striking fire from the Cimmerian's horned helmet. No call awoke the echoes; yet suddenly the night grew tense and the jungle held its breath. Instinctively Conan loosened the great sword in its sheath.

Solomon Kane stood forth alone, grim man of a somber race: "Worthy of death he well may be, but the court ye held was a mockery, "Ye hid your spite in a travesty where Justice hid her face. "More of the man had ye been, on deck your sword to cleanly draw "Inforthright fury from its sheath, and openly cleave him to the teeth -- "Rather than slink and hide beneath a hollow word of Law.

At her shriek Conan shot erect, teeth gleaming, sword lifted. "The statues! The statues! – oh my God, the statues are coming to life!

It will probably will not be long until the churches will divide as sharply upon political, as upon theological questions; and when that day comes, if there are not liberals enough to hold the balance of power, this Government will be destroyed. The liberty of man is not safe in the hands of any church. Wherever the Bible and sword are in partnership, man is a slave. 1879