Quotes About Battle

Grubbs cries out and wraps his arms around the little girl, hugging her like a doll, weeping while we stare at the pair of them, bewildered. When he finally stops crying, he releases Bec and grubs shakily at her, then casts his gaze over the rest of us, his features firm. Show of hands. Who's going to help me and Bec kick some Shadow ass? Five arms rise immediately.

I believed that I was alone in my struggle and that my battle was one of survival. By

Kling identifies three primary languages: Liberals see the world as a battle between victims and oppressors. Conservatives see the world as a battle between civilization and barbarism. Libertarians see the world as a battle between liberty and coercion.

The season of evil, I echoed. Protect your soul.

You can't command men in battle if they like you, Bob," his father had said. "They have to have equal parts fear and respect.

But the more intelligence you had beforehand, the better the eventual fight would go.

It had always bothered Tom that women thought they could win an argument with a man simply by appealing to his baser instincts, by holding out the mere possibility of award-winning carnal knowledge. It was the gender-battle equivalent of a preemptive nuclear strike. He thought it unfair and, quite frankly, disrespectful of the entire male population.

Everywhere I looked, demons of the future [were] on the battlegrounds of one's emotional plane.

But we do know more about the fleet action that so nearly took place a few days after the battle of the Falkland Isles in December 1914, because it was the first naval action of any kind where one side was able, and with some clarity, to listen in to the thoughts, preparations and orders of the other.

The British signal system was archaic. In battle, British ships hoisted enormous 'battle ensigns' to prevent them from being mistaken for the other side, but the signal flags remained as small as ever, and easy to misinterpret in the heat of battle.

Even in dying, a Thennanin ship was reputed to be not worth putting out of its misery. In battle they were slow, unmaneuverable—and as hard to disable permanently as a cockroach.

Leaving was out of the question, of course. A combination of pride, obstinacy, and simple gonadal fury rooted him in his tracks. Here he would do battle, and that was that.

David Axelrod put it well, citing how we respond to every Trumpian or Fox News provocation with righteous indignation: [2] "My advice to the Democratic nominee next year is: Don't play. … Wrestling is Mr. Trump's preferred form of combat. But beating him will require jiu-jitsu, a different style of battle typically defined as the art of manipulating an opponent's force against himself…." Absolutely. Moreover, it must begin with un-learning

I want a sword not a knitting needle -Kalen

No matter how professional soldiers might be, an avoided battle was always good news.

In Khuram it is said that a man with a single knife can kill two thousand men in a single night.

He is a true casualty of battle. There's not a physical scar, but look at the man's heart, and his head, and there are scars galore.

life's endless war against the self you cannot live without.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?

Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.

Now put your shields before your hearts and fight / With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, my fellows!

And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.