Quotes About Battle

Some things were worth fighting for, but sometimes the fight was internal.

We were fightin' together...side by side, against the evils a' mankind.

The fever of battle burned hot in its heart; its brain was intoxicated with the wine of strife.

It fought, like the angels and devils, in mid-air, cleaving the atmosphere like a bird, describing a parabolic curve and descending upon its victim at just the exact angle of incidence to make the most of its velocity and weight.

LOGOMACHY, n. A war in which the weapons are words and the wounds punctures in the swim-bladder of self-esteem—a kind of contest in which, the vanquished being unconscious of defeat, the victor is denied the reward of success.

CONTROVERSY, n. A battle in which spittle or ink replaces the injurious cannon-ball and the inconsiderate bayonet.

Well, he's scraping up what there is. Reckon we'll need every ready hand when it comes to a battle. Yours too, maybe.' 'Oh, you'll have to hold me back!' Calder slapped the hilt of his sword. 'Can't wait to get started!' 'You ever even drawn the fucking thing?' sneered Tenways, stretching his neck out to spit again. 'Just the once. I had to trim your daughter's hairy cunt before I could get at it.

Dogman and Dow, Tul and Grim, West and Pike. Six of them, stood in a circle and looking down at two piles of cold earth. Below in the valley, the Union were busy burying their own dead, Dogman had seen it. Hundreds of 'em, in pits for a dozen each. It was a bad day for men, all in all, and a good one for the ground. Always the way, after a battle. Only the ground wins. Shivers

In bloody days, swords were worth more than gods.

The only difference between war and murder is the number of the dead.

Just keep in mind what Rudd Threetrees once told me. Let's us get them killed, and not the other way round.' Wonderful grinned. 'Best damn advice about war I ever heard.

A battle is no place for a self-respecting warrior, but if you must attend one at least have the good taste to be where the fighting isn't.

I have a plan," said Nothing. "Does it involve a sword?" asked Jaud. A pause. "All my plans do." "Do you have a sword?" Another. "No." "How will your plan work without one?" muttered Sumael. A third. "Death waits for us all.

Few things indeed,' mused Pike, 'seem to have so much appeal before, and so little after, as a battle.

It was a bad day for men, all in all, and a good one for the ground. Always the way, after a battle. Only the ground wins.

A man who'd lasted past his time. A man dragged back for one fight too many. But then, one is one too many.

Stacked up after the plague came through, spread out after a battle?' 'Aye, I've seen that.' 'Did you notice some of those corpses had a kind of glow about them? A sweet smell like roses on a spring morning?' Shivers frowned. 'No.' 'The good men and the bad, then – all looked about the same, did they? They always did to me, I can tell you that.

Exactly so!" called Skifr. "I daresay this tight-lipped Vansterman knows battle. How did you get that scar, my dove?" "I was milking a reindeer and she fell on me," said Fror. "She was ever so sorry afterward, but the damage was done" And Brand wondered if he winked his misshapen eye. "Truly a hero's mark, then," grunted Thorn, curling her lip. Fror shrugged. "Someone must bring in the milk.

I fought on horseback often enough. Charged small bodies of infantry, broke and pursued them. A noble business, cutting men down as they run, I earned all kinds of praise for it.

No one remembers how the fight was won. I won. No one cares how.

Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers, say he's a fighter.

War without fire is as worthless as sausages without mustard" Henry V

In war, you seize all the high ground you can.' He lifted the egg to his lips, looking small between his big finger and thumb. 'Except the moral kind.' And he sucked the insides out through the hole. 'That ain't worth shit.

Is this still battle? Is this still the glorious matching of man against man? Or is this just murder? He did not care. I cannot tell jokes, or make pretty conversation, but this I can do. This I am made for. Bremer dan Gorst, king of the world!