Quotes About Sword

I have tolerated the deceitful and the malicious for long enough. My sword shall now answer them.

The streetlights had already lit up on Bronnaya, and a golden moon hung over the Patriarchs. In the ever deceiving lunar light, it appeared to Ivan Nikolayevich that, instead of a cane, the professor stood holding a sword under his arm.

I like stories of the classic hero, of good versus evil, the ones in which the good guys wear white and the bad guys wear black... and I love a good sword fight.

Ich glaube, dass keiner mich für grausam halten wird, weil ich nun eines der alten Richtschwerter in beide Hände nahm und die Katze in zwei Teile spaltete, während sie so dasaß.

Laughing, Bracken threw his sword aside and extended a hand towards the wizard. To me, he said...The unicorn horn lept from the wizard's hand and streaked to Bracken, who caught it effortlessly. In his grasp the horn immediately transformed into a sword...

Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it's the warrior who wields it.

Who says that I am dead knows nought at all. I am that is, Two mice within Redwall. The Warrior sleaps Twixt Hall and Cavern Hole I am that is, Take on my mighty role... Look for the sword In moonlight streaming forth At night, when days first hour Reflects the north From o'er the threshold Seek and you will see; I am that is, My sword shall wield for me.

Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, the drums are beatin' braw. Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, are ye marchin' off tae war?   A warrior from the borders came, a buckler o'er his shoulder, a claymore swingin' at his side, there's no' a beast who's bolder!   O Rakkety Tam has sold his sword, Ah scarce believe he's done it. He swore an oath untae a fool, who took his pledge upon it!

Always use the sword to stand for good and right, never do a thing you would be ashamed of, but never let your heart rule your mind.

Yes! Yes! Redwalllll! No warrior can swing the sword of Martin like him. Father! It's meeeeeee!

once you get past the scales and the blindfold, Justice is a woman with a sword.

Kindly consider the question: what would your good do if evil did not exist, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it? Shadows are cast by objects and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. Trees and living beings also have shadows. Do you want to skin the whole earth, tearing all the trees and living things off it, because of your fantasy of enjoying bare light? You're a fool.

What I have told you is not legend; it is the truth. The sword is real; it rests today at Paranor. But most important of all, the Warlock Lord is real. He lives today and the Skull Kingdom is his domain!

Typical bungling officials, elected by the disinterested people to juggle the ball until it can be passed on to some other fool. I could tell five minutes after I opened my mouth that they thought I was crazy. They don't see the danger until the sword is at their own throats—then they scream for assistance from those of us who knew it all along.

I'm warning you, stay back! This sword has magic.' 'Magic!' the dragon gasped in mock fright. It put a claw to its breast. 'Oh, please, brave man, don't slay me with your magic sword!

Save your anger for the enemy. Here it will do you no good; there, it can overcome fear. Use this time now to teach your sword what to do, so later it will do it without conscious thought.

The power needs truth to work. Truth is reality, the laws of nature. They're inseparable. That relationship is represented by the word woven into the hilt. That makes this sword meant to serve more than just the power. It is also meant to serve the truth. This is the Sword of Truth.

Though she was ungifted, she could clearly feel the power of the magic the sword now possessed. It was power unlike anything she ever imagined. It churned the way the storm had. It held more power than the storm had. It was fury and rage and love and life all folded together over and over, blending them into the finest layers of something new, something remarkable. This was now a weapon unlike any other, more than any other.

A single gleaming sword sat in the middle on a raised portion of the red velvet. Magda noticed an ornate gold and silver scabbard attached to a baldric lying on the floor. The scabbard was so striking that it could only belong with the sword.

Strength to Confessor Kahlan," he said. "Strength to Savidlin and the Mud People," she answered in their language. Savidlin slapped her across the face, hard. She slapped him back just as hard. Instantly Kahlan heard the ringing sound of Richard's sword being pulled free. She spun on her heels.

Anger is a shield for the power of the sword's magic, so that helped.

wire-wound hilt greeted his fingers. The sword lay on the ground beside him.

You can't give her that!' she screamed. 'It's not safe!' IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE. 'She's a child!' shouted Crumley. IT'S EDUCATIONAL. 'What if she cuts herself?' THAT WILL BE AN IMPORTANT LESSON.

How can you protect yourself by carrying a sword if you don't know how to use it?' Not me, sir. Other people. They see the sword and don't attack me,' said Maladict patiently. Yes, but if they did, lad, you wouldn't be any good with it,' said the sergeant. No, sir. I'd probably settle for just ripping their heads off, sir. That's what I mean by protection, sir. Theirs, not mine. And I'd get hell from the League if I did that, sir.