Quotes About Weapon

Chaos is a powerful weapon. And we all have our weapons for creating chaos. Teresa advises us to recognize chaos as a power we use too often and to recognize that each of us has an actual relationship to chaos. Chaos is, in fact, a force throughout the universe, its own entity, an archetype of destruction and transformation that operates in every life.

It is strange how ideas can float about and be ignored until they are put into a book. A book can be a weapon...

How do I convince him that the way we study Talmud is not a threat?' 'But it is a threat, Reuven. I just told you it is a threat. In the hands of those who do not love the tradition it is a dangerous weapon.' 'Everything is dangerous in the wrong hands. How do I convince him that we're not a threat?

Half of me (pathetically) wanted to let him know I'd kept the faith; half of me wanted to get in the toolshed and sharpen me some stakes.

I was set to confront the might of the imperial empire with an M-1 carbine and enough hate to topple the world.

A weapon based on Time . . . mused Viktor Mulciber. Well, why not? The one force no one knows how to defeat, resist, or reverse. It kills all forms of life sooner or later. With a Time-weapon you could become the most feared person in history. I'd rather be loved, said Root. Mulciber shrugged. You're young.

Hatred of the Jew was sometimes almost beside the point. Modern anti-Semitism really went far beyond feelings, had become a source of energy, tremendous dark energy that could be tapped in to like an electric main for specific purposes, a way to a political career, a factor in parliamentary bargaining over budgets, taxes, armaments, any issue at all, a weapon for prevailing over a business rival in a deal.

Guilt, in proper invisible hands, is a most powerful weapon.

One of the lessons Deanna Campbell tried very hard to instill in her daughter was that a hunter's best weapon wasn't a shotgun. Nor was it holy water. It wasn't even a Claymore that killed a vampire, a demon, or a family of ghouls.

I love Poseidon. His trident - his weapon - is really cool.

The business end of a six-gun don't pay no interest.

Beauty is our weapon against nature; by it we make objects, giving them limit, symmetry, proportion. Beauty halts and freezes the melting flux of nature.

Humor can be an incredible lacerating and effective weapon. And that is the way I use it.

Humor can be an incredible, lacerating and effective weapon.

Strider's bedroom "The only thing hanging on the wall that wasn't a weapon was the portrait just over the bed. No. Not true, he thought then. The portrait was a weapon, too. Of seduction. In it Strider was utterly naked and whisking through the cloads like an avenging angel. He was holding a teddy bear in one hand and a stream of pink ribbons in the other. Anya had given him the nearly life-size monstrasity as a joke. But the joke was on her. He loved the thing.

William focused on her, opened his mouth, closed it. Seeing the weapon strapped to her back and peeking over her shoulder samurai-style, he frowned. "Nice sword," he said dryly. "Thanks." "It's one of my favorites." "If you're nice, I'll give it back to you in a year or two." "You're so good to me.

Information was the best weapon she could have.

Innocence is no earthly weapon.

Fury was a weapon that was unreliable, could backfire on a man and leave him easy meat in the sight of another man armed with a cool brain.

Have you met my sword, Saiman? It's to die for.

Three years ago, on a night like this I would have been driving my old car home alone, praying it didn't die a noble death in some snow drift. When I rolled up to the house, it would be dark. My heat would be off to save money, my bed would be cold, and if I wanted to tell someone about my day, I'd have to talk to my sword and pretend it listened. Slayer was an excellent weapon, but it never laughed at my jokes.

Normally I'd hide my gun in a canvas bag or a purse. Today I didn't bother. My Baby Desert Eagle rested in a hip holster. Its magazine held twelve rounds, .40 S&W, and I'd brought two spare magazines, in the interior pocket within the lining of my jacket.

It's a sword made out of your grandmother's bones, Kate.

Because I'm a woman? I asked quietly. Because you will be the only person in the fight who hasn't been trained as a killer. I have seen my mother and my grandmother on the battlefield. Any vampire with half a mind knows better than to stand between a woman and her chosen target. When a man takes up arms, he does so for many reasons. Sometimes to punish, sometimes to intimidate or frighten. But when a woman picks up a weapon, she means to kill. So please do not take this as an insult.