Quotes About Swords

Big beasties, swordplay, aliens, guns, ghosts, vampires, eldritch things from beyond and slime. A lot of slime.

Conscience is a thousand swords.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

The great house glitters with bronze. War has patterned the roof with shining helmets, their horsehair plumes waving in wind, headdress of fighting men. And pegs are concealed under bright greaves of brass that block the iron-tipped arrows. Many fresh-linen corslets are hanging and hollow shields are heaped about the floor, and standing in rows are swords of Chalkidian steel, belt-knives and warrior's kilts. We cannot forget our arms and armor when soon our dreadful duties begin.

He shot to his feet, faced off against her. No more mercy for ye, Valkyrie. Holding nothing back, he launched a haymaker at her head. She ducked and laughed. That accent you work so hard to hide is coming out! Are ye feckin' Oirish this time? Eh, boyo? She leapt atop his desk, punting the side of his head. Those swords are mine ! Touch them, and I'll use 'em to slice off your nutsack! For a coin purse!

Gran said, "Not that the Minor Arcana would allow such a union anyway." My eyes widened. "They exist?" In any Tarot deck, there were fifty-six Minor Arcana cards, divided into four suits: cups, pentacles or rings, wands, and swords. Such

Why do you two have swords?" "Yes," Day asked. "Why do we?" He headed toward the door without waiting for the answer. "There is a gigantic beast rising from the lake and coming toward the hut," Gregori said, as if he'd just told them the neighbors were coming for breakfast. "We should probably stop it before it gets here.

If there's a zeppelin, it's alternate history. If there's a rocketship, it's science fiction. If there are swords and/or horses, it's fantasy. A book with swords and horses in it can be turned into science fiction by adding a rocketship to the mix. If a book has a rocketship in it, the only thing that can turn it back into fantasy is the Holy Grail.

'The Duellists' won Cannes, but Paramount didn't know how to release a film about two guys in bizarre breeches, waving swords around. I actually think it's a pretty good Western.

The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice, and he shall wear a crown of swords.

I never thought swords were much use—even if you have the skill, child, there are always men who have as much, and a deal more strength

Do you remember when we took that tame sport called swords and learned to kill with it, as the old volumes said men once had?

The Lord will settle international disputes. All the nations will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. All wars will stop, and military training will come to an end.

If you want to make a true picture in your mind of a battle between great modern ironclad ships you must not think of it as if it were two men in armour striking at each other with heavy swords,' he said. 'It is more like a battle between two egg-shells striking each other with hammers.

She glanced at each of us, then back toward Patrick. "Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

May I warn you in advance," said Geralt, "that my swords are protected by powerful spells. Only witchers can touch them; others will have their vitality drained away. It mainly manifests in the loss of male potency. I'm talking about sexual enfeeblement. Absolute and permanent.

It's no wonder you can't see them," replied Geralt. "Because they're invisible. What, haven't you heard the legends about witcher swords? The uninitiated can't see them. They appear when I utter a spell. When the need arises. If one arises. Because I'm capable of doing a lot of damage even without them.

She watched halflings at work creating ornate wineskins from goat's hide in full view of the public, and she was delighted by the beautiful dolls on display at a stall run by a pair of half-elves. She looked at wares made of malachite and jasper, which a gruff, gloomy gnome was offering for sale. She inspected the swords in a swordsmith's workshop with interest and the eye of an expert. She watched girls weaving wicker baskets and concluded that there was nothing worse than work.

Still a Union that can only be maintained by swords and bayonets, and in which strife and civil war are to take the place of brotherly love and kindness, has no charm for me.

Swords. That is no faenorn ; that is slaughter." The Grand Seneschal shrugged. "The Master did not protest. And, indeed, what weapon could he have suggested that would suit him any better?" "Fire," she said. "He would not," said the Seneschal. "You know he would not.

If you have a plan," hissed Sumael from the corner of her mouth, "now would be the time." "I have a plan," said Nothing. "Does it involve swords?" A pause. "All my plans do." "Do you have a sword?" Another. "No." "How will you succeed without one?" Muttered Sumael. A third. "Death waits for us all.