Quotes About Sword

It's a sword made out of your grandmother's bones, Kate.

Faceci i miecz. Mój ojciec mawiaÅ', ?e je?eli umieÅ›ci siÄ™ sprawnego fizycznie faceta w pomieszczeniu, gdzie znajduje siÄ™ miecz oraz manekin do ?wiczeÅ" i zostawi go samego, to obojÄ™tnie, jak pokojowe usposobienie ma ów facet, zawsze podniesie broÅ" i spróbuje d?gn?? manekina. Taka jest ludzka natura.

from a blueblood noble house. Only the blueblood man was allowed to enter. He sat in their kitchen, an older grizzled warrior with a sword on his waist, and laid it all out. Only bluebloods

This was hell and I was its fury. I raised my sword and killed again, with a smile on my face.

Then as she dwindled away to nothing he glided on towards me with increasing speed, his huge Jewish face growing like a great egg above the silken wings of his gown. I swung the sword in an arc before him but as it moved the blade came away and flew upwards into the winter darkness which had collected above us. Clinging in fear and guilt to what remained in my hand I recognized my father.

I think what we need to do here is to make use of Thargola's Sword. You know what that is, Beenay?" "Of course, sir. The principle of parsimony. First put forth by the medieval philosopher Thargola 14, who said, 'We must drive a sword through any hypothesis that is not strictly necessary

Unlike Christianity, which preached a peace that it never achieved, Islam unashamedly came with a sword.

Kate had never met a person she didn't want to protect, preferably by hacking at the hostile parties with her sword.

Mr. Blair, I look upon secession as anarchy. If I owned the four millions of slaves in the South, I would sacrifice them all to the Union; but how can I draw my sword upon Virginia, my native State?

For we no longer take up "sword against nation," nor do we "learn war any more," having become children of peace, for the sake of Jesus, who is our leader.

There are truths found in books or films when some writer puts exactly the right words together and it's like their pen turned sword and pierced you right through the heart.

He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled.

Living out here, I have found that many creatures would prefer not to fight. But if your first instinct is to reach for your sword, you will never discover that.

RzucÄ™ ten Å›wiat bez ?alu, bom zawsze go winiÅ' Za to, ?e czyn marzeniu braterstwa zaprzecza. Obym mógÅ' u?y? miecza i zgin?? od miecza! Piotr zaparÅ' siÄ™ Jezusa... i dobrze uczyniÅ'! — Certes, je sortirai, quant à moi, satisfait D'un monde où l'action n'est pas la soeur du rêve; Puissé-je user du glaive et périr par le glaive! Saint Pierre a renié Jésus... il a bien fait!

Waaant equity, hisses the alien intruder. You can't be Pamela Macx, says Pierre, his back to the wall, keeping the sword point before the lobster-woman-thing. She's in a nunnery in Armenia or something. You pulled that out of Glashwiecz's memories - he worked for her, didn't he? Claws go snicker-snack before his face. Investment partnership! screeches the harridan. Seat on the board! Eat brains for breakfast! It lurches sideways, trying to get past his guard.

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

Remember that a sword held by someone who is about to die will never be able to protect anything

Se non impugno una spada non posso difenderti, se impugno una spada non posso abbracciarti. - Sado Yasutora Chad

And so fell the sword of fate.

Oh che sanguinosa e spaziosa porta Fa l'una e l'altra spada ovunque giugna, Nell'arme e nelle carni! E se la vita Non esce, sdegno tienla al petto unita.

In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least it is true that man has no control, even over his own will. Man takes up the sword in order to shield the small wound in his heart sustained in a far-off time beyond remembrance. Man wields the sword so that he may die smiling in some far-off time beyond perception.

That thing was too big to be called a sword. Too big, too thick, too heavy, and too rough, it was more like a large hunk of iron.

Man takes up the sword in order to shield the small wound in his heart sustained in a far-off time beyond remembrance. Man wields the sword so that he may die smiling in some far-off time beyond perception.

It was too big to be called a sword. Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough. Indeed, it was a heap of raw iron.