Quotes About Battle

From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes of fire as German shells burst with thudding shocks of sound. This was the front line of battle.

I know so many people who have battled breast cancer and they didn't all make it.

thought, Lee wants a frontal assault. I guess he'll have one. He turned to the messenger.

Everybody knows all the movements. General So and So should have done such and such. God knows we all try. We none of us lose battles on purpose. But now on this field what can we do that's undone?

This is the great battle. Tomorrow or the next day. This will determine the war. Virginia is here, all the South is here. What will you do tomorrow?

In his reflections on rebellion, Albert Camus argues that one cannot kill unless one is prepared to die.11 But that argument does not seem to apply to soldiers in battle, where the whole point is to kill while avoiding getting killed. And yet there is a wider sense in which Camus is right. Just

Alek didn't move, unsure what he could say or do to erase her pain. Like the rest of the Draig, he was a warrior, a fighter, used to the action of doing what needed to be done. But in this situation there was no giant fanged yorkin to hunt, no Var army to battle. There was only reality and the flawed nature of imperfect men. - Dragon Lords 6: The Stubborn Lord by Michelle M. Pillow - Coming 2013

War is a mass of contradictions and carefully acknowledged truths.

The warrior has awareness...we are aware that we are at war , and the war in our minds requires discipline. Not the discipline of a soldier but the discipline of a warrior. Not the discipline from the outside to tell us what to do and not to do, but the discipline to be ourselves, no matter what.

It's a different kind of mind that looks inward and perceives the need to fight a battle against its own long-held beliefs and judgments. It's a rare mind that looks, sees, and then decides to wage this war—the last war.

Each one of them was a potential warrior, capable of facing the battle within himself, but they'd all devoted too much energy to fighting outward battles instead. They would have to confront their own lies.

The world of the warriors is the world of trying. We try to change the world that we don't like, and we keep trying, and trying, and trying, and the war looks endless.

will fight with everything

Her friends call her warrior. Her enemies berserker.

Moja je pusta mladost protekla u borbi sa samim sobom i sa svijetom; boje?i se poruge, pokopao sam svoje najbolje osje?aje na dnu srca; ondje su izumrli.

Love is a battle, said Marie-Claude, still smiling. And I plan to go on fighting. To the end. Love is a battle? said Franz. Well, I don't feel at all like fighting. And he left.

The phrase It's absolutely the same with me, I... seems to be an approving echo, a way of continuing the other's thought, but that is an illusion: in reality it is a brute revolt against a brutal violence, an effort to free our own ear from bondage and to occupy the enemy's ear by force. Because all of man's life among his kind is nothing other than a battle to seize the ear of others.

Love is a battle she said smiling, And I plan on going fighting 'til the end. Love is a battle? well, I don't feel at all like fighting, and he left.

Love is a battle? said Franz. Well, I don't feel at all like fighting. And he left.

Now we can understand the meaning of Tereza's secret vice, her long looks and frequent glances in the mirror. It was a battle with her mother. It was a longing to be a body unlike other bodies, to find that the surface of her face reflected the crew of the soul charging up from below. It was not an easy task: her soul – her sad, timid, self-effacing soul – lay concealed in the depths of her bowels and was ashamed to show itself.

Then what do you care about?' 'Love', she said with a smile. 'Love?' Franz asked in amazement. 'Love is a battle', said Marie-Claude, still smiling. 'And I plan to go on fighting. To the end.' 'Love is a battle? said Franz. 'Well, I don't feel at all like fighting.' And he left.

Nor love they least Who strike with right good will To vanquish ill And fight God's battle upward from the beast.

I love arguing. I always say that I'll never win a physical battle, but I can always win a mental battle. I mean, not really, because I never really argue with anyone.

I just love to put a hurt on evil things. (Katra)