Quotes About Battle

When Mr.Cunningham ran outside during the battle shouting Hurrah for Jeff Davis!, a Union shot clipped his ear. Mr.Cunningham ran back inside his house. His cheering was over for the day.

Floyd did not accept the blame for his defeat. He blamed his fellow general Henry Wise for not committing some of his regiments to the battle. Wise reacted to the charge by calling Floyd that bullet-hit son of a bitch.

Not knowing how mant troops Jenkins truly had, Johnson refused to surrender unless forced to do so by an exhibition of your boasted strength. Jenkins fought for more than five hours before pulling back.

After a battle lasting many ages, The Devil won, And said to God (who had been his Maker): Lord, We are about to witness the unmaking of Creation By my hand. I would not wish you to think me cruel, So I beg you, take three things From this world before I destroy it. Three things, and then the rest will be wiped away. God thought for a little time. And at last He said: No, there is nothing. The Devil was surprised. Not even you, Lord? he said. And God said: No. Not even me.

Putting down the devil was the Lord's own sport.

He started down the slope towards it, dressed in the blood of his enemy.

Your flesh is killing your spirit

They had too many rules, and they were in a war against an enemy who had none.

He] Spoke and rose to full height, sword in air, Then cleft the man's brow square between the temples Cutting his head in two -- a dreadful gash Between the cheeks all beardless. Earth resounded Quivering at the great shock of his weight As he went tumbling down in all his armor, Drenched with blood and brains; in equal halves His head hung this and that way from his shoulders.

Arma virumque cano......... *Literally: I sing of arms and man. __I sing the praises of a man's stuggles__

Frantic in my fury I had no time for decisions; I only remembered that death in battle is glorious.

Arma virumque canto.

Haec germanus Eryx quondam tuus arma gerebat;--- sanguine cernis adhuc sparsoque infecta cerebro;--- his magnum Alciden contra stetit;

prima citae Teucris ponam certamina classis; quique pedum cursu valet, et qui viribus audax aut iaculo incedit melior levibusque sagittis, seu crudo fidit pugnam committere caestu

Nate dea, si nemo audet se credere pugnae, quae finis standi?  Quo me decet usque teneri? Ducere dona iube.'  Cuncti simul ore fremebant Dardanidae, reddique viro promissa iubebant.

Dread wars and outbursts of rage are dear to her heart

And war in my hand I carry, and death I bear.

Thinking is my fighting.

It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.

The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands.

Fight ! Fight! I repeated. It is the effort and the struggle, it is the perpetual warfare, it is the shattering and piecing together. This is the daily battle, defeat or victory, the absorbing pursuit.

Se olvidan esas grandes guerras que libra el cuerpo con la mente esclava en la soledad del dormitorio contra el asalto de la fiebre o la llegada de la melancolía.

Qué enemigo percibimos ahora avanzando hacia nosotros, tú, sobre quien ahora cabalgo, mientras piafamos en este pavimento? Es la muerte. La muerte es el enemigo. Es la muerte contra la que cabalgo, lanza en ristre y melena al viento, como un hombre joven, como Percival cuando galopaba en la India. Pico espuelas. ¡Contra ti me lanzaré, entero e invicto, oh Muerte!

Don't fight alone. Get the higher and wider voice to fight with you. Identify your detractors and supporters—forget the middle—and strive to create a win-win outcome for both. But move quickly. Isolate your detractors by building a broader coalition with your angels before a battle begins. In this way, you will discourage the war before it has a chance to start or gain steam.