Quotes About Sword

There's not much you need to know about the world. Except how to use a sword and trust very few.

and hearing only silence, the heart must erupt in agony: "Where is God? Where is God?" And as the years of silence spread, while the ravager despoils at will, would you or I see the corruption of a child and not take arms? Or watch our lifetime's work erupt in flame at the whims of blind men, and not be tempted to reach for a sword?

Explain it to me." "You want to be a saint, Billy. But you want to be a saint on your own terms. You want glorious victories with your sword; most of all, you want victories over your personal weaknesses and faults.

The Sword Of Godric Gryffindor

We must be bound to one another then," Elric murmured despairingly. "Bound by hell-forged chains and fate-haunted circumstance. Well, then—let it be thus so—and men will have cause to tremble and flee when they hear the names of Elric of Melinbone and Stormbringer, his sword. We are two of a kind—produced by an age which has deserted us. Let us give this age cause to hate us!

The base coins of Northumbrian times became pennies rich in silver, coins which manage to muddle together the Viking sword, the hammer of the god Thor and some inspirational Christian messages.

But the truth is a double-edged sword; it is a dangerous thing.

The rider's right hand moved; the sword flashed Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and sliced the arrow in two.

But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But shadows also come from trees and living beings. Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things just because of your fantasy of enjoying naked light? You're stupid.

Good nature is a man's heaven, The cursing of the [furious] is painful. If you are skilled in speech, you will win, The tongue is [a king's] sword; Speaking is stronger than all fighting, The skillful is not overcome.

This is Miss Suzy's house", said the captain, drawing his sword. "Will you go peaceably, or must we fight?

In the art of peace, a single cut of the sword summons up the wondrous powers of the universe. That one sword links the past, present, and future; it absorbs the universe. Time and space disappear. All of creation, from the distant past to the present moment, lives in the sword. All human existence flourishes right here in the sword you hold in your hands. You are now prepared for anything that may arise.

Life is passing all the ignorant are believing; but it is passing, to again be newly arriving. Time, a chain of days, nights... nothing else: name for breathing in and out, nothing else! And, what is this wave of breath? A sword! What is Self? The sharp edge of the sword! What is the Self? Life's innermost mystery! It is the whole of creation waking up, to see! Self's drunk upon others but enjoys solitude, it is the ocean that a drop all it does include.

The sword of the Spirit has been muffled up and decked out with flowers and ribbons," author writes, conveying the sentiments of a Congregationist minister on men's ceding of moral and religious instruction and correction as women's work.

Force cannot organize anything.In the long run, the sword is always beaten by the spirit by which I mean the civil and religious institutions of a nation. Napoleon Bonaparte.

I saw the crown of France laying on the ground, so I picked it up with my sword.

There are in the world, two powers. The sword and the spirit. The spirit has always vanquished the sword.

25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?' 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.' 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

Spiritual yearnings are natural to many people, and may give them solace or hope, but extremists of any stripe are not content with faith as armor; they must forge it into a sword.

Power and ambition were two edges of the same sword, as she knew herself. She wanted to be powerful so she could protect her people; she had people because she was powerful. And there were different kinds of power: the still, pent power of the seer; the free, raging power of the butcher-bird. But did there have to be only one path?

Breguswith blazed with triumph. She shrugged with it. Her eyes flashed brighter than the blue-glazed loom weights, brighter than the lapis on her veil band, brighter than the hilt inlay on her edgeless Kentish sword, thrust through her belt, which she used as a weft beater.

She started awake at the sound of footsteps, stood more than a sword's length from every gesith and listened and listened and listened, until she thought her ears might start twitching like a cat's.

Just inside the tent, the king, unhelmed, stood with his naked sword in one hand, point resting on the floor, and a goblet in his other.

His eyes were hooked so deep in their sockets she could not tell at first what colour they were. But she was not looking hard, because she had eyes only for the sword at this side, which drew her so strongly she had to use half her attention to not reach out to the silvery hilt.