Quotes About Battle

God's forgiving grace may bring the erring sinner into the church triumphant, where there is no more untruth. On the other hand, this door will be shut to many a one who has done battle for the truth in perfect orthodoxy, but has forgotten that he too was only a poor sinner who lives only by forgiving grace.

Although extraordinary valor was displayed by the entire corps of Spartans and Thespians, yet bravest of all was declared the Spartan Dienekes. It is said that on the eve of battle, he was told by a native of Trachis that the Persian archers were so numerous that, their arrows would block out the sun. Dienekes, however, undaunted by this prospect, remarked with a laugh, 'Good. Then we will fight in the shade.

I, he thinks, who am so soiled in life's battle, so seamed and scarred, so numb, so unwanted, so cold.

Disease [is] not an entity, but a fluctuating condition of the patient's body, a battle between the substance of disease and the natural self-healing tendency of the body.

È molto strano. Solitamente i guerrieri vogliono sconfiggere il re cattivo per salvare la principessa tenuta prigioniera, ma stavolta è il re cattivo che Y? e gli altri stanno cercando di salvare. Ma è naturale. Perché la principessa è Hao, tenuto prigioniero da Satana, dalla sua ossessione.

Throw a hand grenade into a German pillbox and they come out with hands reaching for the sky and shouting "Kamerad!" Throw a hand grenade into a Japanese pillbox and they throw it right back at you. It

The point of a fight is not to have a good fight, it's to win.

I picture the High Queen as she was in that final battle, blood flecked across her face. Chopping off the head of the serpent who'd been her beloved, even if it doomed her side to failure, all to save a land that despised her. Now, that was hate that was somehow also hope.

After every battle, he ritually dips his hood into the blood of his enemies. I've seen the hood, kept under glass in the armory. The fabric is stiff and stained a brown so deep it's almost black, except for a few smears of green. Sometimes I go down and stare at it, trying to see my parents in the tide lines of dried blood. I want to feel something, something besides a vague queasiness. I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

My father used to tell me that once begun, a battle was a living thing and no one could control it.

He attacks again, his sword a silvery fish darting through the sea of the night.

sprites wearing acorn caps and wielding glaives the size of toothpicks battled above a sea of tiger lilies.

Isn't that sweet?' Hyacinthe says, the first words I've heard him speak. 'Riding your sister's horse into battle. Have you anything of your own, prince? Or just girls' castoffs and scraps?

Tell your king that if he declares war, I will make him armour of ice to shatter every blade that strikes it and that will make his heart too cold to feel pity. Tell him I will make him three swords that, when used in the same battle, will fight with the might of thirty soldiers.

Then Grima Mog is there on her stag, taking the weight of his blade. Their weapons slam together, ringing with the force of the impact. "First I am going to kill you," she tells him. "And then I am going to eat you.

Grima Mog whirls away, battling three knights from the Court of Teeth. She must have known them once, must have commanded them, but she fights them just the same.

Lucy- "Wow, no one ever fights over me." Justin- "My multiple personalities fight over you constantly. There is a war going on inside me." Rue- "This is for the war going on outside.

Orlagh waits for us in a choppy ocean, accompanied by her daughter and a pod of knights mounted on seals and sharks and all manner of sharp-toothed sea creatures. She herself sit on an orca and is dressed as though ready for battle. Her skin is covered in shiny silvery scales that seem both to be metallic and to have grown from her skin. A helmet of bone and teeth hides her hair. Nicasia is beside her, on a shark. She has no tail today, her long legs covered in armour of shell.

I just need to be able to vanquish my enemies. That's all.

The point of a fight is not to have a good fight, it's to win.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread conflict.

May men say, "He is far greater than his father," when he returns from battle.

It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair. But when dogs shame the gray head and gray chin and nakedness of an old man killed, it is the most piteous thing that happens among wretched mortals.