Quotes About Sword

It wasn't the most rational move, but I was hungry. I was angry. I hated being taken advantage of, and I didn't particularly like bald eagles. The blade hit the bird's back and stuck there like superglue. I tried to pull it away, but it wouldn't move. My hands were grafted to the sword grip. "Okay, then," the eagle squawked, "we can play it that way." He took off through the food court at sixty miles an hour, dragging me along behind him.

My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they're dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

Then, from somewhere above us, a voice yelled, Hey, Bronze Butt! Over the Colossus's head, a cloud of darkness formed like a cartoon dialogue bubble. Out of the shadows dropped a furry black monster dog-a hellhound-and astride his back was a young man with a glowing bronze sword. The weekend was here. Percy Jackson had arrived.

Apparently, Clytius hadn't expected her to be quite so suicidal. He was slow raising his sword. By the time he slashed, Hazel had ducked between his legs and jabbed her Imperial gold blade into his gluteus maximus. Not very ladylike. The nuns at St. Agnes would never have approved. But it worked.

The pen didn't look like much, just a regular cheap ballpoint, but when Percy uncapped it, it grew into a glowing bronze sword. The blade balanced perfectly. The leather grip fit his hand like it had been custom designed for him. Etched along the guard was an Ancient Greek word Percy somehow understood: Anaklusmos—Riptide. He'd woken up with this sword

Not really. My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they're dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

Coming in Fall 2015 Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, Book One The Sword of Summer

By fire, fever, storm and sword, your blood shall suffer this bane. No peace or joy for Wintersloe's lord, till the puzzle ring is whole again

Then he took the sword in both hands and raised it—and Gawain's posture took on an unmistakable grandeur.

I didn't need to be rescued. Sorry, but my sword outranks your… she glanced at my hand, sock puppet.

Yes. Your plan is sound. I will go first." Moria stood at his back, dagger raised. Gavril pushed the door. It did not budge. He eyed it and seemed ready to bash his shoulder into it when she whispered, "You cannot fight with a dislocated sword arm, Kitsune. Kick it." He hesitated. "If you fall on your arse, I'll not laugh." She paused. "Or not loudly.

Your integrity is like a sword, he would say: you shouldn't wave it until you're about to put it to the test.

Talvez os selvagens nunca abandonem o poder - afirmou Philip com ar de desalento. - Talvez a cobiça nunca deixe de pesar mais nos conselhos dos poderosos que a sabedoria; talvez o medo nunca deixe de vencer a compaixão na mente dum homem com uma espada empunhada.

Perhaps the savages will always be in control, Phillip said gloomily. Perhaps greed will always outweigh wisdom in the councils of the mighty; perhaps fear will always overcome compassion in the mind of a man with a sword in his hand.

They who live by the sword shall die by the sword. Jesus said, although that verse was not often quoted by the priests of King Edward III's reign. Fiat voluntas tua : They will be done [Latin]

Decía que la integridad personal es como una espada: no debería blandirse hasta el momento de ponerla a prueba.

By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driver!

There is special power in that sword, ' Ewer went on, 'the gem in the guard of the Ares holds the blood of the Creature that has been slain by it.

Marie Lu, The Midnight Star

The sword of Mohammad, and the Kor'än, are the most stubborn enemies of Civilisation, Liberty, and Truth which the world has yet known.

The God of Job exhibits biophilia: an 'innate pleasure from living abundance and diversity' [Edward O. Wilson] .... God chooses to approach wildlife not with a sword, but with a word of admiration and an open hand.

When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.

Slander,Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongueOutvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breathRides on the posting winds and doth belieAll corners of the world.

Full bravely hast thou flesh'dThy maiden sword.