Quotes About Battle

Hell's Bells-Harry Dresden

I might be the dumb kid with the sledgehammer from his father's toolshed, compared to the sword-saint samurai who were the Senior Council—but I had discovered, in my time, that no matter how skilled and elegant a foe might be, a sledgehammer to the skull is a sledgehammer to the skull.

Those who had never seen a tribe of cats at war, or at least playing war games, would look upon what came next as utter chaos.

We all have our demons.

Fighting is never good. But sometimes necessary.

I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me: It was a battle cry.

the blow made her see stars. There was no time for astronomy in ground fighting, she thought

That was the entire reason to have battle commanders in the first place—so that one man could balance the advantages of logic and reason against the emotional, insane demands of close battle.

The real war happened when you weren't looking.

Doing battle with the forces of things trying to kill me, or my friends, or people who can't protect themselves is not a rowdy summer adventure movie. It's a nightmare.

Make ready to repel boarders.

We didn't charge into the fray so much as aggressively shamble.

No. We want to be in defilade. What you want to happen to them is to put them in enfilade.

The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell. "I don't believe in faeries!

The real battle for your own soul isn't about falling from a great height; it's about descending, or not, one choice at a time.

The werewolves let out a full-throated howl, eerie and savage. Meryl screamed, wild and loud, and even Fix let out a tinny battle shriek. The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell. 'I don't believe in faeries!

So what is he? Some kind of eternal soldier? Maybe a sleeping Arthurian knight woken in this desperate age to battle the forces of evil?" "As far as I know he's a carpenter.

My .38 had been lost in the battle with the gang of half-mad lycanthropes the year before, and I'd replaced it with a medium-barreled .357. I must have been feeling insecure that day, or something

You didn't mention that at breakfast." "We're doing battle with the living dead, Murph. Expect the occasional curveball.

Granted, the battle harness and the P90 she carried (illegally, if that mattered at this point) made her a little lumpier and pointier than the dictates of romance typically mandated for a love interest, but all things considered, I didn't mind.

spun back to the enemy, brought my shield up—and stood tall. "You!" I said, relishing the moment. "Shall not! Pass!

Kill the bridge, dammit!" I shouted back. I heard the Sword of Faith come alight in his hands, and a glance over my shoulder showed him hacking through the bridge at his feet as if it had been made of so many soap bubbles. I spun back to the enemy, brought my shield up—and stood tall. "You!" I said, relishing the moment. "Shall not! Pass!" They replied with a hail of automatic weapons fire. The impacts against my shield all but blinded me.

God has given you all you need to fight against the enemy.

Spiritual warfare is the unseen battle God wages on your behalf.