Quotes About Conflict

There is a greater war, Uhtred. Not the fight between Saxon and Dane, but between God and the devil, between good and evil! We are part of it!

That is why battles of the shield wall are slow to start. Men have to nerve themselves for the horror.

Violence may not be good, my friend, but it has a certain efficiency in the resolution of otherwise insoluble problems.

Except we were there, and I was in a vengeful mood. My cousin was still in Bebbanburg. Æthelhelm was trying to destroy my daughter and her husband. Constantin had humiliated me by driving me from my ancestral land. I had not seen Eadith, my wife, in a month. So someone had to suffer.

Hengall the Warrior hated war. The business of life, he liked to say, is to plant grain, not blades.

There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the newly dead. I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war. Spring

We might know how it ends, but like all good stories it bears repetition. So here it is again, the story of a battle.

Ravn had given me much advice and all of it was good, but now, in the night wind, I remembered just one thing he had said to me on the night we first met, something I had never forgotten. Never, he had said, never fight Ubba.

Imbecille? - Certo. E sul fatto che sia un imbecille non possono esserci dubbi. Pensaci un attimo! Lancillotto vive, Mordred vive, Cerdic vive e Ginevra vive! Se qualcuno vuole vivere in eterno a questo mondo, la soluzione migliore è diventare nemico di Artù.

Cnut Longsword had near killed me with his blade Ice-Spite and it was small consolation that Serpent-Breath had sliced his throat in the same heartbeat that his sword had broken a rib and pierced my lung.

They smile and sing their psalms and preach that their creed is all about love, but tell them you believe in a different god and suddenly it's all spittle and spite.

We were three ships in a summer's dawn, and we were going to battle.

No man wanted to face warriors like Finan in battle.

It was the year 878, I was twenty-one years old and believed my swords could win me the whole world. I was Uhtred of Bebbanburg, the man who had killed Ubba Lothbrokson beside the sea and who had spilled Svein of the White Horse from his saddle at Ethandun. I was the man who had given Alfred his kingdom back and I hated him. So I would leave him. My path was the sword-path, and it would take me home. I would go north.

It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.' Napoleon

Podemos fazer a paz, mas apenas se formos suficientemente fortes para fazer a guerra

The story hurries now. It quickens like a stream coming to a fall in the hills and, like a cascade foaming down jumbled rocks, it gets angry and violent, confused even. For it was in that year, 876, that the Danes made their greatest effort yet to rid England of its last kingdom, and the onslaught was huge, savage, and sudden.

So long as one man wants another man's wife, or another man's land, or another man's cattle, or another man's silver, so long will there be war. And so long as one priest preaches that his god is the only god or the better god there will be war.

we fight them where we choose or where we must, not always when we want.

Derfel] La mia spada era coperta di sangue, avevo la mano destra appiccicosa e la manica della cotta tutta macchiata, ma nemmeno una goccia di quel sangue era mia.

You can't take a city without shedding blood.

Dealing with the Scots, my father had always said, was like trying to geld wildcats with your teeth, but luckily the wildcats spent much of their time fighting each other. Once

Fighting fair! Whoever heard of anything so daft? Fight fair and you lose.

I could hardly see him in the darkness, but knew he wore a leather jerkin and had a sword at his side. The rest of us were in leather and mail, had helmets, and carried shields, axes, swords, or spears. Tonight we would kill. Sihtric