Quotes About Battle

Without excuse and self-consideration of health or limb or life, true soldiers fight, live to fight, love the thickest of the fight, and die in the midst of it.

Life is a battle between faith and reason in which each feeds upon the other, drawing sustenance from it and destroying it.

The enemy's plan is to take away God's glory. God's plan is to have as much glory shown through your life.

The world is in a constant conspiracy against the brave. It's the age-old struggle: the roar of the crowd on the one side, and the voice of your conscience on the other.

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.

Here, though, in front of my eyes was a churn; an unhappy maelstrom of three elements - air, earth and water - all at war with one another, wrestling for territory, demanding and striking one another. You could not see where the ground began, or see if the rain was coming from up, down, left or right. There were no glimpses of the moon or stars through the fast-moving clouds. Only the regular forks of lightning zapping through showed any direction in the madness.

Before the battle they had been discussing whether there might be life after death, and Windham and Rochester had made a pact that if there was, the first to die would come back and tell the other. But, said Rochester, he [Windham] never did.

Churchill once explained... 'a great battle is lost: parliament turns out the Government. A great battle is won- crowds cheer the Queen.

If the enemy sends it's Goliath into battle, it magnifies our cause.

stated in Proverbs 21:31, "The horse is made ready for the day of battle, but victory rests with the LORD," is one of the most frequently stated truths about the sovereignty of God in all of the Old Testament.

It is vain to guard our minds and emotions against that which comes from without if we do not at the same time deal with habits of sin which are within. The battle for holiness must be fought on two fronts—without and within. Only then will we see progress toward holiness.

John Owen said, "When [indwelling sin] is least felt, it is in fact most powerful."[2]

Surprise is an event that occurs in the mind of an enemy commander.

Maybe you can see from this that I am quite familiar with being in detention. Matter of fact, I feel like I have always been in detention. I am an old veteran of detention, like one of Napoleon's soldiers limping back from the battle of Moscow. No, not like them--they were chumps. More like--one of the girls who died in the Triangle Fire looking out the window and realizing it is too far to jump, then jumping.

You were a soldier?" "Yes, sir." "You barely look old enough to have seen the last battle." "My father was a career army man, sir. I was there at the first engagement with Analousia, and took up my father's rifle when I was barely fifteen." "Saints preserve us," Dr. Kelling said, and squeezed Galen's shoulder. "What have we done to our youth?

It rankled deeply that people who had never seen a battle should have such a strong aversion to the war. He'd actually seen people cross to the other side of the street to avoid passing him, and a man had spit at the sight of a crippled soldier begging outside the city gates.

And in the night you realize, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separates us from darkness - we are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished. Then the muted sounds of battle surrounds us, and we creep into ourselves and stare wide-eyed into the night.

Katczinsky is right when he says it would not be such a bad war if only one could get a little more sleep.

That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting. The subject

once more, dully menacing, comes the noise of gunfire, and already from afar, like the bill of a woodpecker, sounds the knock-knocking of a machine gun. We grow calm and are almost glad to hear again the familiar, trusty noises of death.

Still the little piece of convulsed earth in which we lie is held. We have yielded no more than a few hundred yards of it as a prize to the enemy. But on every yard there lies a dead man.

But how can a man look after anyone in the field!

the wrong people do the fighting

Where Room 40 promised to give Britain the clearest advantage was in the battle for control of the seas, and there Britain's strategy had undergone a change.