Quotes About Battle

In my mind I saw, clearly, that straight-backed figure on the dapple-gray horse, his long black cloak slung back over the animal's haunches, his plumed helm of command on his head. With either phenomenal courage or outright arrogance he had ignored the possibility of our arrows, the crowned sun stitched on his tunic gleaming in the noonday light as he directed the day's battle.

Our greatest temptations generally arise from the areas closest to our hearts.

No one who, like me, conjures up the most evil of those half-tamed demons that inhabit the human breast, and seeks to wrestle with them, can expect to come through the struggle unscathed

This struggle (...between the instinct of life and the instinct of destruction) is what all life essentially consists of, and the evolution of civilization may therefore be simply described as the struggle for life of the human species. And it is this battle that our nurse-maids try to appease with their lullaby about Heaven.

Pyrrhus invaded Italy at the start of the campaigning season in 280 BC. In two brutal and bloody battles he successfully defeated the Romans. The Greek king, though, having seen so many of his soldiers slaughtered in achieving this success, was said to have remarked, 'With another victory like this, we will be finished!' (Hence our modern phrase 'pyrrhic victory'.)

Talleyrand smiled. 'It seems that the English are preparing to fight to the last Austrian.

Surely, he thought, next to a battle lost there is nothing so dreadful as a battle won.

Codebreakers are linguistic alchemists, a mystical tribe attempting to conjure sensible words out of meaningless symbols. The history of codes and ciphers is the story of the centuries-old battle between codemakers and codebreakers, an intellectual arms race that has had a dramatic impact on the course of history.

Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day. The housewife wears herself out marking time: she makes nothing, simply perpetuates the present … Eating, sleeping, cleaning – the years no longer rise up towards heaven, they lie spread out ahead, gray and identical. The battle against dust and dirt is never won.

I am killed them quick, but they are killing me slow. [Jim Browner in 'The Adventure of the Cardboard Box']

For I have promised to do the battle to the uttermost, by faith of my body, while me lasteth the life, and therefore I had liefer to die with honour than to live with shame ; and if it were possible for me to die an hundred times, I had liefer to die oft than yield me to thee; for though I lack weapon, I shall lack no worship, and if thou slay me weaponless that shall be thy shame.

I'll listen, till my fancy hears The clang of swords' the crash of spears! These grates, these walls, shall vanish then For the fair field of fighting men, And my free spirit burst away, As if it soared from battle fray.

I tell thee, proud Templar, that not in thy fiercest battles hast thou displayed more of thy vaunted courage than has been shown by woman when called upon to suffer by affection or duty.

As you know, the ego's primary stance is "me against you," so life is reduced to battling to be right and proving that everyone who disagrees with you is a threat that must be eliminated. This is how you know you are stuck in the ego and disconnected from the spirit. As I've said earlier, the ego is consumed with survival, so anyone who doesn't share your point of view becomes an enemy.

Relationships are a battle. They are a chess game. And what did I do? I just threw all my chess pieces down on the board at once, and said, Here! Have them all!

Emma, I'm sorry, I can't help you. This is a disaster. You're completely vulnerable. It's like going into battle in a nightie.

All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.

When you battle with your conscience and lose, you win. -Henny Youngman, comedian and violinist (1906-1998)

The warrior of the night knows the sacredness of warfare.

Even through the darkest phaseBe it thick or thinAlways someone marches braveHere beneath my skin

Life… For some it is battle for others its dance...For rich it is party for poor it is chance!

In early May 1968, RT Lion was joined by a wiry, tough-as-nails little paratrooper who introduced himself as Lou "Jake Three Zero" DeSeta. DeSeta had served with the 173rd Airborne Brigade for 13 months and had participated in the fabled Battle of Dak To.

Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter?

Moloch, scepter'd king,Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spiritThat fought in heav'n; now fiercer by despair.