Quotes About Battle

Drualt took Freya's warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it to his heart. Come with me,' he said. Come with me to battle, My love. Tarry at my side. Stay with me When battle is done. Tarry at my side. Laugh with me, And walk with me The long, long way. Tarry with me, My love, at my side.

People do not want words-they want the sound of battle ... the battle of destiny.

The greatest conflicts are not between two people but between one person and himself.

Los mayores conflictos no son entre dos personas, sino entre un hombre y sí mismo

Every dent, every scratch, every mark, tells a story. A story that ends with me, winning.

The Middle Ages have served as a historical arena within which two schools of thought have done battle—one school accusing the medieval church of actively opposing the advancement of scientific learning, the other praising the medieval church and its theology for laying a foundation that made modern science possible.

That's when the battle for the right of way gets fierce and frantic. Lacking a clear formula for making decisions, we get reactive and fall back on familiar, comfortable ways to decide what to do. As a result, we haphazardly select approaches that undermine our success.

Our battle is today. Because of God's grace, yesterday doesn't count. Because of God's hope, worry about tomorrow is inappropriate.

It is in these dark, intense, and lonely times that ascetics' souls awaken. I think that anyone who has been stretched in ministry knows that the real battle was fought at Gethsemane, not Calvary. To be sure, only Calvary provided payment for our sins and thus was absolutely necessary, but Gethsemane was the real spiritual battleground where Jesus made the final decision to be obedient. In a wrenching, courageous act of self-denial, Jesus proved the mettle of his faith.

Be prepared mind, body, and spirit to do battle with everything you have, so when the contest is over you can leave the game behind with no regrets.

If faith never encounters doubt, if truth never struggles with error, if good never battles evil, how can faith know its own power? In my own pilgrimage, if I had to choose between a faith that has stared doubt in the eye and made it blink, or a naive faith that has never known the firing line of doubt, I will choose the former every time.

True strength lay not in conquering one's enemies but in conquering the foe that lay within.

I spit on my life. Death in battle would be better for me than that I, defeated, survive.

Greater in battle than the man who would conquer a thousand-thousand men, is he who would conquer just one — himself. Better to conquer yourself than others. When you've trained yourself, living in constant self-control, neither a deva nor gandhabba, nor a Mara banded with Brahmas, could turn that triumph back into defeat.

Armageddon" was a word that meant a climactic battle for the "mount of assembly," the very seat of divine power in the heavens. Hermon was the mount of assembly for the gods of the earth. Zion was the mount of assembly for Yahweh in Jerusalem. Belial had used the term to express the clash of kingdoms that was coming between the kingdom of heaven and the kingdoms of earth. A clash of cosmic mountains. The prophet Ezekiel called it the Battle of Gog and Magog.

Uriel, Gabriel, Remiel, Saraqael and Raguel faced the gods. Ba'al gave a war cry and launched into the three angels nearest him with furious swinging. They blocked with their weapons. But he was strong, very strong. He pushed them off balance. Behind them, The Ob vomited a stream of black bile. The third entity left her. She became drenched in sweat as if being roasted in flames. Another scream pierced everyone's ears, as the fourth left its host.

The archangels raised their weapons and yelled, "A sword for the Lord and for Enoch!" Then they bolted into the fray of approaching giants. The archangels cut through the Nephilim like barley. Trained and angry giants were cut down by these two mighty warriors

Men have two brains in constant warfare over the body's blood supply. When one wins, the other shuts down.

This was the first time in my life that I had witnessed the awful scene of a battle, when man was engaged to destroy his fellow-man,

Now we take the ship, the planet and the galaxy back...and shove it all right up Thanos' ass.

I feel one thing. I'm tired of running. I want to fight. No matter what, I want to fight.

Life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well.

Never enter into spiritual combat lightly. We must engage the enemy only under the direction and protection of God because victory by human means is impossible.

Because if He were a King in name only, I would rather go back to the chocolate factory. I would remain a Christian, but I would know that my religion was only a set of principles, excellent and to be followed, but hardly demanding devotion. Suppose on the other hand that I were to discover God to be a Person, in the sense that He communicated and cared and loved and led. That was something quite different. That was the kind of King I would follow into any battle.