Quotes About Sword

She pivoted on one foot, turning her sword. Fast. Her head snapped toward me. Dark eyes stared straight at me. I detected no fear. Instead it was a look of challenge. So not a mouse after all, but something more. This could be interesting. I'd let her dance in the dirt a bit more. She was fun to watch. She crouched with her hand out. What the hell was she doing... Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.

William glanced at her sword. His upper lip rose, showing her his teeth. My, my, Lord Bill, what big fangs you have. That was all right. She wasn't Red Riding Hood, she wasn't scared, and her grandmother could curse his ass so hard, he wouldn't know which way was up for a week.

Well, well. The new head of the People's Atlanta office had come to see me personally. I'd curtsy but I was too tired to get off my donkey and the sword on my back would get in the way.

I had some interesting costumes... the one that I remember right offhand is Zorro when I was a lot younger. I was a big time Zorro fan. My mom helped me make it, and I remember having a big issue with the fact that she wouldn't let me carry around a real metal sword; it just had to be plastic.

Working on the Samurai sword is very different because your body position has to be very still. It's a much quieter was of fighting.

Tanith has a sword.' said Valkyrie. 'I want a stick.' 'I'll get you a stick for Christmas

Besides, captain, have you no interest in seeing Lord Henarald's expression when he learns that my master seeks to commission a sword?' Galar Baras's head snapped round in shock.

It was so pathetic, really, how so much violence came from someone feeling small. Small of mind, and it did not matter how big the sword in hand, that essential smallness remained, gnawing with very sharp teeth.

The councilman staggered to one side, his sword clanging on the stones as he clutched at the gushing wound in his neck.

You have no sword…' 'Indeed, I have not. Do you think I will need one?' She leaned close to him. 'Now more than before, I would think.' 'Perhaps you are right. We must needs find a quarry.' 'The Barghast Range. A flint the colour of blood – I will invest it, of course, to prevent its shattering.' 'As you did once before, sister.' 'Long ago.' 'Aye, so very long ago.

Empuñar la espada es el último acto de un hombre desesperado.

Taking up the sword is the last act of desperate men. Mark my words and find yourself a more worthy dream.

Raised high, the sword groaned awake, chains of smoke writhing from the blade. A terrible sound as of wheels creaking filled the air and behind it arose a chorus of moaning filled with hopelessness.

One day I'll be a soldier," Ganoes said. The man grunted. "Only if you fail at all else, son. Taking the sword is the last act of desperate men. Mark my words and find yourself a more worthy dream.

Rake nodded. 'When you do, leave him alive. He has earned Dragnipur.' 'We

Tearing the sword loose burst the ribcage, and Samar stared to see the victim's heart, still beating, pitch free of its broken nest, dangling for a moment from torn arteries and veins, before the warrior fell from sight.

And, hovering inches from her throat, was the tip of the warrior's flint sword.

All he could see was a dark king enthroned, surrounded by a lurid indigo light that hurt the eyes. The king held a sword in his hand. Suspended above his head, rather than resting upon it, was a tall crown that entitled a strong golden radiance. There was power in this man, but he seemed evil. Shan thought his face looked as if it was made of frozen lightning. Is this a true king? Shan thought. Am I to conquer him? Or is it my king? Is he part of myself?

So the Dark did a simple thing. They showed the maker of the sword his own uncertainty and fear. Fear of having done the wrong thing--fear that having done this one great thing, he would never again be able to accomplish anything of great worth--fear of age, of insufficiency, of unmet promise. All such great fears, that are the doom of people given the gift of making, and lie always somewhere in their minds.

I can't protect you without holding a sword. I can't embrace you while holding a sword.

The Bedouins of Sinai are convinced that the man who is successful in making a sword of meteoric iron becomes invulnerable in battle and assured of overcoming all his opponents.

For Ellid born of Eitha had a face like a flower for loveliness and a body like a doe for grace; her mind was steadfast as a sword and her spirit was bright as its skylit blade. Cuin

in long run sword is defeated by mind

Covenants, without the sword, are but words