Quotes About Sword

My favourite game is 'The Legend of Zelda: Link to the Past.'

If the Union is once severed, the line of separation will grow wider and wider, and the controversies which are now debated and settled in the halls of legislation will then be tried in fields of battle and determined by the sword.

Though I have drawn my sword in the present generous struggle for the rights of men, yet I am not in arms as an American, nor am I in pursuit of riches. My fortune is liberal enough, having no wife nor family, and having lived long enough to know that riches cannot ensure happiness.

Wonderful, wonderful, yet again the sword of fate severs the head from the hydra of chance.

I have the sword I fashioned,' Taran proudly cried, 'the cloak I wove, and the bowl I shaped. And the friendship of those in the fairest land of Prydain. No man can find greater treasure.

He approached the stranger and drew his sword. Señor, he said, we will now discuss music.

Hurriedly then he donned his magical sword in its wide scabbard of leather; and with scanty provisions hastened over the fields, after the last of the leaves, whose autumnal glory led him, as many a cause in its latter days, all splendid and fallen, leads all manner of men.

A sword?" I was astonished. "It is a man's weapon.

Now knowledge became the high road to control, and for women the pen had one major advantage over the sword; it fitted neatly into a female fist of any size, age, creed or country in the word.

For three things my heart is disquieted; and for four that I cannot bear: For a woman who esteemeth herself a man; and a man that delighteth in her company; For a people whose young men are cut off by the sword; and for the soul that regardeth not these things.

Do you dare imply that this useless sword is worthy of me?- Sesshomaru

Hey you, long face,' shouted an elderly gent who must have been at least seventy years old, but who was dancing through the flooded, rainy streets, waving a rolled umbrella like a sword. 'Don't you sing those Tragedy Songs round here.

Never fear quarrels, but seek adventures. I have taught you how to handle a sword; you have thews of iron, a wrist of steel. Fight on all occasions. Fight the more for duels being forbidden, since consequently there is twice as much courage in fighting.

Décidément, je n'en puis pas revenir ; mais au moins, si je suis tué, je serai tué par un mousquetaire.

Well, he's scraping up what there is. Reckon we'll need every ready hand when it comes to a battle. Yours too, maybe.' 'Oh, you'll have to hold me back!' Calder slapped the hilt of his sword. 'Can't wait to get started!' 'You ever even drawn the fucking thing?' sneered Tenways, stretching his neck out to spit again. 'Just the once. I had to trim your daughter's hairy cunt before I could get at it.

In the valleys where I was born they say it is God's sword, dropped from the heavens.' 'Don't you?' asked Flood. Whirrun rubbed some dirt from the crosspiece with his thumb. 'I used too.' 'Now?' 'God makes things, no? God is a farmer. A craftsman. A midwife. God gives things life.' He tipped his head back and looked up at the sky. 'What would God want with a sword?

I have a plan," said Nothing. "Does it involve a sword?" asked Jaud. A pause. "All my plans do." "Do you have a sword?" Another. "No." "How will your plan work without one?" muttered Sumael. A third. "Death waits for us all.

Perhaps he should have fallen to his knees and given thanks to the gods for their unlikely victory but the red harvest sword-hacked and arrow-stuck about the ruin did not look like a thing to give thanks for.

I know you're a great fencer, but I've been told your wit is even sharper than your sword. So much so in fact, that you only use your sword upon your friends, as your wit is far too deadly.

Should've stayed a carpenter," he whispered. But the sword had been the easier choice. To work wood you need all manner of tools–chisels and saws, axes great and small, nails and hammers, awls and planes. To be a killer you just need two. A blade and the will.

If you have a plan," hissed Sumael from the corner of her mouth, "now would be the time." "I have a plan," said Nothing. "Does it involve a sword?" asked Jaud. A pause. "All my plans do." "Do you have a sword?" Another. "No." "How will your plan work without one?" muttered Sumael. A third. "Death waits for us all.

Mason had just pulled his own knife out, a monster of a thing you could've called a sword without much fear of correction.

Come at a man with a sword, he'll see you coming, and if a man you mean to kill you sees you coming then you're going about it all wrong.

All things come to an end. He couldn't lift the old sword any more. There was no strength left. Nothing. The room was growing blurry. All things come to an end, but some only lie still, forgotten… There was a cold feeling in Logen's stomach, a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. "No," he whispered. "I'm free of you." But it was too late. Too late…