Quotes About Conflict

I kicked back my heels, but all I achieved was to ride out of the panicked mass into the path of the Danes, and all around me men were screaming and the Danish axes and swords were chopping and swinging. The grim work, the blood feast, the song of the blade, they call it.

Eu odeio tanto os homens, Derfel!

This was a clever man, as clever as Alfred, and he knew that weakness invited war.

The Tippoo's life seemed charmed. He stepped in blood, but none of it was his and it seemed as though he could not die, but only kill, and so he did, cold-bloodedly, deliberately, exultantly defending his city and his dream against the barbarians who had come to snatch his tiger throne.

We Irish know one thing above all others: an enemy forgiven is an enemy who will have to be fought over and over again.

I gazed at the far woods and knew our enemies were also sharpening their blades. They had to be confident. They knew the dawn would bring them a battle, victory, plunder, and reputation.

I killed that ship's crew to save myself having to kill hundreds of other Danes." "The Lord Jesus would have wanted you to show mercy," she said, her eyes wide. She is an idiot.

Entregue a criança. — Gundleus ignorou os insultos, sabendo que eram apenas desafios esperados de um homem antes da batalha. — Dê-me o rei aleijado! — Dê-me a sua prostituta, Gundleus — respondeu Owain. — Você não é homem suficiente para ela. Dê-me a prostituta e você pode ir em paz. Gundleus cuspiu.

We were dressed for war, and war was coming.

Ranks of men on foot, men with shields, men with weapons, a shield wall that was meant to awe us, and it did. A shield wall is a terrible thing. It is a wall of wood, iron, and steel with one purpose alone, to kill. And this shield wall was massive, a wall of painted round shields stretching wide across the ridge's flat top, and above it were the banners of the jarls, chieftains, and kings who had come to kill us.

If a man is not party to a fight then he cannot be party to the settlement afterward.

You can't live somewhere," he told me, "if the people don't want you to be there. They can kill our cattle or poison our streams, and we would never know who did it. You either slaughter them all or learn to live with them.

You spent it on oil for your hair,' I said, 'and on baubles for your whores, on furs and on horses, on jewels and on silk. A man, Lord Eardwulf, dresses in leather and iron. And he fights.

But I hated Alfred. I hated him for humiliating me at Exanceaster when he had made me wear a penitent's robe and crawl on my knees. Nor did I think of him as my king. He was a West Saxon and I was a Northumbrian, and I reckoned so long as he was king then Wessex had small chance of surviving. He believed God would protect him from the Danes, while I believed they had to be defeated by swords.

the French, as they had always intended, broke their truce.

Men weeping because they had met the horror, and it was us. We were the wolf pack of Bebbanburg and we had taken back what Ida the Flamebearer had first won.

Alfred spends half his time rutting and the other half praying to his god to forgive him for rutting. How can a god disapprove of a good hump?

One thing I learned about the Danes was that they knew how to spy. The monks who write the chronicles tell us that they came from nowhere, their dragon-prowed ships suddenly appearing from a blue vacancy, but it was rarely like that. The Viking crews might attack unexpectedly, but the big fleets, the war fleets, went where they knew there was already trouble. They found an existing wound and filled it like maggots.

Soldiers were not paragons; they were scarred, vicious men who took delight in destruction.

Enemies come soon in man's life, you don't need to seek them out.

Quando um inimigo quer conversar significa que não quer lutar.

Uhtred of Steapa - He might be dumb as a parsnip but he knows how to fight.

weakness invites war

The first stone, thrown by Hellgiver, crashed through the roof of a dyer's house close to St Brieuc's church and took off the heads of an English man-at-arms and the dyer's wife. A joke went through the garrison that the two bodies were so crushed together by the boulder that they would go on coupling throughout eternity.