Quotes About Battle

A part of me wishes they'd all just stand up and battle to the death. Make it simple. Take control through bloodshed and war.

Wars need rules!" "Wars need to be won!

She gave him her most forbidding you-will-obey-me-little-boy-or-die glance. They waged a battle with their glares—his challenging, hers promising divine retribution—until with a gamin grin he leaped to his feet, slipped behind her, and was gone.

Life didn't explode in the sunshine and pretty places. Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and a whole lot of shit for fertilizer. Although love could grow in times of peace, it tempered in battle.

Any time. Any place. Think you that means a man should never go to war? War is a natural way of life.

What did you wish for, Grimm?" Hawk ignored the warning with the devil-may-care attitude that was his wont where the lasses were concerned. A slow smile slid over Grimm's face. "A lass who doesn't want you. A lovely, nay, an earth-shatteringly beautiful one, with wit and wisdom to boot. One with a perfect face and a perfect body and a perfect 'no' on her perfect lips for you, my oh-so perfect friend. And I also wished to be allowed to watch the battle.

Sighing, I invite the earth to suspend them indefinitely, freezing them in battle, many once again mutilated and deformed, as solidly as Winter's iced statues littering the grounds.

Perhaps, Ms. Lane, you and I are fighting different wars." If he thought becoming evil was a solution, not a problem, he was right, we were.

He was just born with inner demons that were always stronger than he was.

Grieving is something we have to live with, it's a constant battle. And the enemy is the rest of our lives. All those nights. All those hours.

War is the province of danger.

War is the domain of physical exertion and suffering.

The biggest battle I fought with the danger officer was over the fact that I insisted on keeping my lunch and a case of Beck's beer in the same fridge in which I kept my radioactive isotopes.

James might have enjoyed the day, but Hawk's mood was black and the girl's even blacker. The camp was like a battle line.

I am my enemy Mowing me over, And towing the light away.

Annoyance and pathos warred in my breast, and after a short struggle, annoyance punched pathos in the snout like the voracious shark it was.

There may be no perfect frame waiting to be found, but, argues the cognitive linguist George Lakoff, it is absolutely essential to have a compelling alternative frame if the old one is ever to be debunked. Simply rebutting the dominant frame will, ironically, only serve to reinforce it. And without an alternative to offer, there is little chance of entering, let alone winning, the battle of ideas.

Knowledge by itself is not power, but it holds the potential for power if we use it a s a guide for action. Truth will always be defeated by tyranny unless the people are willing to step forward and put their lives into the battle. The future belongs, not to ideas, but to people who act on those ideas.

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

It is a war of religion as much as a war for power.

His father had been so seriously wounded, at Vimiera, that he was invalided home and placed on half pay; and in the same battle Captain O'Grady lost his left arm but, on its being cured, returned to his place in the regiment.

Sabemos que a este hombre de batallas no lo volvió matonesco la montura y que, en cuanto bajaba, era civil, como si al general lo dejase en el estribo, y por añadido tan cortesano, que bailaba como si se pasara el día danzando sobre los tapices.

what greater enemy does one have than oneself?

They had terrorized this poor, defenseless beauty. He would make them rue it. As for Kate, after all she had been through, she had impressed him with her self-possession, to say nothing of her fiery spirit. She had stood there ready to battle him like some spunky little terrier barking at a wolf, aye, and throwing the greater predator into temporary confusion with her unexpected show of ferocity. Though petite of build, she was large in courage, a little lady of intrepid spirit