Quotes About Sword

Every man, who has fought in a battle, is now ash, every sword has been eaten by rust, but the lessons still must be learned

And Harley Quinn had somehow mounted a camera to her sword, fighting with such glee that her crazy laugh was enough to make the mutants flee from her even before she could engage them in battle. "Come back!" she yelled as she chased them around the school. "I want to get you on video!

Stronger than steel is the sword of the Spirit; Swifter than arrows, the light of the truth.

For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breathe, And love itself have rest

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.

Have you ever been approached by a grim-looking man, carrying a naked sword with a blade about ten miles long in his hand, in the middle of the night, beneath the stars on the shores of Lake Michigan? If you have, seek professional help. If you have not, then believe you me, it can scare the bejeezus out of you.

Michael smiled at me a little. "You're a good man, Harry. But you're making the same mistake Nicodemus always has—and the same one Karrin did." "What mistake?" "You all think the critical word in the phrase 'Sword of Faith' is 'sword.

And suddenly a shaft of blinding silver-white light three feet long sprang from the broken hilt of Fidelacchius and shone in the first golden light of that day's dawn, humming with the full power of the Sword, only louder now, more melodic, and physically audible.

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.

Very few people understand that swords aren't dangerous, Tavi, nor hands nor arms, nor furies. Minds are dangerous. Wills are dangerous. You are heavily armed with both.

And you think you deserve to join the ranks of real Knights of the Sword," Nicodemus said, his voice smooth and confident. "You battered, scarred, broken thing. In my centuries I've learned exactly what is needed in a real Knight. You haven't got what it takes. And you know that. Or you'd have taken up the Sword before now.

Anger is my hiding place from fear, my shield and my sword against it. I

And if you should fall to temptation. If you should embrace the Fallen or become ensnared by its will... He touched the hilt of the great sword, and his face became bedrock granite, Old Testament determination that made Morgans fanaticism look like a wisp of steam. If you change, I will also be there.

There's good news and bad news." The knight brought his sword to guard again. "I've always been partial to the good news.

It's like a knife wound, but bigger." "That's probably because it was done with something like a knife, but bigger." "A sword? You've got to be kidding me.

Michael was looking at me very oddly as he lowered the Sword. "What?" I asked him. "Charity," he predicted, "is not going to be pleased.

In America it's live by the sword of freedom of expression and be will to die by it as well.

The Bible is sufficient to both assert and defend its own teachings. It is a mighty sword, and we must develop the skill to wield it.

When he said to give him the sword, I don't think he meant for you to stick it in his guts.

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

Ideas are more dangerous than an unsheathed sword in this world, half of them are forbidden, the other half would lead a man to question the very place of the earth itself, safe at the center of the universe.

He's a young man who has lived under the shadow of the sword from the moment when he fled England as a boy of fourteen to the day when he rode home to fight for his claim. Nobody knows better than he that any claimant to the throne has to be killed at once. A king cannot let a pretender live. No king can allow a pretender to live.

And Cnaiür grinned as only a Chieftain of the Utemot could grin. The neck of the world, it seemed, lay pressed against the point of his sword. I shall butcher. All hungered here. All starved.

whoever solved the knot was destined to rule all of Asia, he simply sliced it with his sword.