Quotes About Battle

There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past

There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past that certain point, you lose all fear of pain or injury. Life becomes very simple at that point; you will do what you are trying to do, or die in the attempt, and it does not really matter much which. I

English dragoons

There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past that certain point, you

What's that you two were shouting at each other?" He put his hands to his mouth and hooted, "GOOOOOON!" in a deep, echoing voice that made the others laugh. "Have ye never heard a war cry before?" Jamie asked, shaking his head at such ignorance. "Ye shout it in battle, to call your kin and your clan to your side.

It was going to be a bloody business, on both sides. He didn't like the thought but didn't shy away from it. It was war, and he was—once again—a soldier.

De andere stenen begonnen te roepen. Ik hoorde het geluid van een slagveld, de kreten van stervende mannen en gewonde paarden.

Père Renault. This is a verra well-equipped outfit," Ian said, boosting him to his feet. "We've got our own priest, to shrive us before battle and give us Extreme Unction after." "I noticed. A bit over-eager, is he no?" "He's blind as a bat," Ian said, glancing over his shoulder to be sure the priest wasn't close enough to hear. "Likely thinks better safe than sorry, aye?

SOMETHING SUITABLE IN WHICH TO GO TO WAR

that sought to tear out his throat. The firelight gleamed on the scars that decorated Walking Elk's chest and shoulders—thick white gouges that showed briefly at the gaping neck of his shirt as he writhed picturesquely, arms straining upward against his invisible enemy. Ian found himself leaning forward, his

bent forward, hugging his knees. 'Then I could see, too. The English, wriggling over the ground like maggots in meat, and the men behind me. George McClure came up with me, and Wallace and Ross on the other side, and we were walkin' still, one pace at a time, but faster and faster, seein' the sassenaches breaking before us.' There was a dull boom off to the right;

It's a sword, aye? Not a bloody club. Use the tip!

You, of all people, must appreciate the force of the Hieland charge!" Jamie looked up at that, and regarded MacDonald for a long moment before replying. "Aye, well. Ye were behind the cannon at Culloden, Donald. I was in front of them. With a sword in my hand.

When you're a player, there is almost automatically a respect you have for a person that has been in that fight, who knows what it's all about.

The election before us will be the Austerlitz of American politics.

You cannot win an election without a fight.

If you actually understand and listen to what he's saying, there's no one that can compete with Eminem. That's why no one goes at Eminem because everybody knows Eminem is just, he's too good in a rap battle.

I know there's a lot of emotion going into a fight, but everything in a fight - none of it comes out of an evil heart.

My biggest enemy is typically me.

I realized that my battle to survive this war would have to be fought inside of me.

I don't know if anyone ever "wins" a war, Jeth.

This is what spiritual warfare is all about. It's not looking for a demon in all the corners, but it's loving with faith.

If you think me weak, bring forth your champion and let me do battle with him. And kill in that childish way of the Franks? Full of pomp and bravado? We are masters of death here. We do not play at it. - Ware & Sinan

I'm more of a warrior than you'll ever be. I believe in the class war. I believe in the battle of the sexes. I believe in my tribe. I believe in the righteous, intelligent clued-up section of the working classes against the brain-dead moronic masses as well as the mediocre, soulless bourgeoisie.