Quotes About Battle

Lightning shot out of my fingers and sank into the armored skin. Madero screamed. Welcome to the shockers, bitch.

First, we fight the battle, then we win the war.

A human mind is the place where emotion and reason are locked in perpetual combat. Sadly for our species, emotion always wins.

I dropped all the guards. All the leashes, all the chains, everything that ever restrained me through the discipline and fear of discovery, I let all of it go. No need to hide. Magic flowed through me, intoxicating, heady, seductive. It mixed with my bloodlust and I realized that's how my father must have felt when he led his armies into battle. I was raised by Roland's Warlord. I'd dropped my shackles and they would bow to me.

Curran was right. We would kill them all.

Next to him Elara stood, her teeth clenched. Okay. First things first. He would win this battle and then he would figure out what the hell she was and what he had gotten himself and his people into.

wasn't sure who would win then. TEN KALDAR lay on a low ridge, wearing one of the Mirror's night suits.

This was hell and I was its fury. I raised my sword and killed again, with a smile on my face.

It is an up close and personal war, fought with savage weapons," Odalon said. "At first when you're young and dumb and you hear about it, you think it will be glorious. That you will be like the hero of old, ripping through the ranks of your enemy. Then you find out what six hours of fighting with your sword is really like. The first hour, if you survive, is exciting. The scent of blood is intoxicating.

He was lost in thought, vividly imagining scenes of battle and victory. He was a Boy Scout. He and his friends would form a group of volunteers, sharpshooters who would defend their country to the end. In a flash, his mind raced through time and space. He and his friends: a small group bound by honour and loyalty. They would fight, they would fight all night long; they would save their bombed-out, burning Paris.

Battle of Ajnadayn

Sometimes I feel I am crammed with demons.

Sartre turns love into a 'battle between two hypnotists in a closed room'.

Literature must always represent a battle between real people and images'.

I'm more of a warrior than you'll ever be. I believe in the class war. I believe in the battle of the sexes. I believe in my tribe. I believe in the righteous, intelligent clued-up section of the working classes against the brain-dead moronic masses as well as the mediocre, soulless bourgeoisie. I believe in punk rock. In northern soul. In acid house. In mod. In rock and roll. I also believe in pre commercial righteous, rap and hip hop. That's my manifesto.

E por aí vão, metidos nessa batalha, testando forças e afirmando um ao outro que não discordam fundamentalmente mesmo quando há um abismo entre seus posicionamentos, ou ainda discutindo violentamente em cima de diferenças de ênfase mínimas e pedantes. Em outras palavras, estão agindo com o perfeitos estudantes de merda.

The war's not over yet,' Jordache said. 'There's still a lot of idiots waiting that have to be killed.

Contra la estupidez, los propios dioses luchan en vano

Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, 'Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.' I'm no god and I'll contend no longer.

Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, 'Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.

Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.

Sólo hay una guerra que puede permitirse el ser humano: la guerra contra su extinción

You feel safe now that Seldon will speak, and you move against us. A month ago you were soft and yielding, when our ships defeated the Mule at Terel. I might remind you, sir, that it is the Foundation Fleet that has been defeated in open battle five times, and that the ships of the Independent Trading Worlds have won your victories for you.

This was to be his most stubborn, persistent memory of the war: that fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy, still smooth-cheeked, filthy with the dirt of battle and dried blood, laid out on a stretcher with his heart exposed to the air.