Quotes About Battle

In the political war the enemy presents itself in its true colors. It is much harder to discern the enemy in the cultural war.

The cultural war tests the true commitment of the human heart.

You have a vision. The stink of the opossum, or possibly the Kodiak bear, is rising into the air around you, and there is something you absolutely need to say. No one is asking you to say it. You know that, and yet here you are, an army ready to do battle with the forces of silence.

still carry around with me a battle between working conceptually—art based on some overriding idea—and my pure carnal sensory love of materials.

We are alive today to love God, to advance the saving hope of Jesus and to fight for those in our midst who are losing their battle for hope.

Mad' sounds dashing, daring and admirable when you hold the tattered flag in the midst of battle and expired natives lie all over the carpet with holes in 'em that you put there. 'Mad' is less impressive written on a form by a commissioner of lunacy as you're turned over to the hospitallers of St Mary of Bedlam to be dunked in ice water because your latest 'scrape' was running starkers down Oxford Street while gibbering like a baboon.

In a battle which might interest scholars of modern urban warfare, the Conduit Street Comanche whipped the tar out of an irregular band of crybaby destitutes who pledged allegiance to the Watson's departed mucker-wallah.

Even warriors get weary when the battle doesn't end.

Instances are given in Hawaiian tradition of the tide of battle being turned, on more than one occasion, by desperate women transformed from camp-followers into warriors; and as late as 1819 we behold Manona, wife of Kekuokalani, the last sturdy champion of the gods of his fathers, falling lifeless in battle upon the body of her dead husband at Kuamoo, while Kaahumanu and Kalakau, widows of the great Kamehameha, commanded the fleet of canoes operating with the land forces under Kalaimoku.

Only a fool would be fighting them, my queen, and though I am a fool, I'm not that foolish. (Lutian)

Once in a while, it's going to be us or them.

It is in Virginia and Georgia that the war now rages and where it will continue for at these points - Richmond and Atlanta - the enemy's main strength is concentrated.

Everything in this world is about conflict because this is the kind of world that humans are born into.

Gentlemen, I like war. Gentlemen, I love war. I like genocide. I like blitzkrieg. I like aggressive war. I like defensive war. I like sieges. I like breaking through. I like withdrawing. I like cleaning up. I like retreating. In moors. On highways. In trenches. In plains. On tundra. In desert. On sea. In sky. In mud. In marshes. I love every aspect of war that takes place on Earth.

Bugünün dersi birbirinizi öldürmek; ta ki tek kiÅŸi kalana kadar.

Kill or be killed little warriors.

Did you notice that trials do not test our character, they test our faith? Faith is fundamentally a relational term—it is not first a matter of what you believe, but of whom you trust. The battle for our trust is as old as Adam and Eve. In the midst of battle, it can seem so complex, but when the dust settles and the smoke clears, the real war is always over the same question—whom will we believe? Whom will we listen to, God or the devil?

we forget that there is no victory without a battle, no testimony without a test and no miracle without an impossible circumstance.

One of the worst things we can do when we are battling the enemy's onslaughts and our mind is under siege is to speak. I do not mean we should avoid asking for help or grow silent in some corner; I am talking about verbalizing the demonic thoughts, speculations or lofty things being propagated against us. Articulating these poisonous arrows only helps assimilate them into our hearts and live them out in our souls.

Real love is a secret weapon that our enemy has no answer for.

Quiet down! You're supposed to be dead!" snapped a passing Union soldier. "This is a private conversation," Margaret snapped back. "This is a battle," he hissed. "No, honey, this is called pretending. I hate to break it to you, but we're not really in the Civil War. If you'd like to feel a bit more authentic, I'd be happy to stick this bayonet up your ass.

We all have bad things inside us, and we all choose either to give in to those bad things or to fight them.

War is nothing but a duel on a larger scale.

Everything is very simple in War, but the simplest thing is difficult.