Quotes About Battle

Every year in late June, Custer's Last Stand is reenacted on the high plains of Montana. When Custer led out the 7th Cavalry in 2003 - the year I witnessed it - the audience stood and cheered with turbo-charged patriotism.

Wits always win, man, in the battle of brain versus brawn.

Part of the lore of the beach is how long some of those matches would last. Scores would hold and it was a battle of wits and endurance.

The final battle of 'Eclipse' kind of blows the socks off everything we've seen earlier in the series, because you finally have wolves interacting with humans and vampires in a way that's really sophisticated visual effects that we're doing in it.

In the duel of sex woman fights from a dreadnought and man from an open raft.

If, in the name of combating terrorism, we so restrict our own freedom, have we not thereby lost part of the very battle we seek to win?

The anarchists, on behalf of the proletariat, therefore consider it necessary to show the proletariat that it will have to win a gigantic battle before it realizes its goals.

The key battleground in the war on terrorism, therefore, is in the minds of the American public.

I was in the Pacific. The Pacific Theater, as they say.

In big battle scenes, like 'King Arthur', you see the knights in all their fine armour, but they're not in the thick of it: follow the perspective, and you'll find some poor little sod, who didn't want to be there, anyway, with his head split.

It always is a battle for a Republican in Connecticut, even one who's a moderate like I am, and one who's an independent thinker.

You've got the armor and everything on, and you think, 'This is going to be great.' Then they give you a sword, and you think, 'Ah, it's not too bad.' And after 10 minutes you're thinking, 'Please, I can't be doing this all day.' I mean, I really don't know how people sustained themselves in real battles.

I would say I think Jason is going to lose and Freddy will win. I don't know why. I just feel that Freddy is more maniacal and thinks more than Jason does.

My mother was the perfect Spartan mother. I have always been able to imagine her telling her sons to return from battle 'with their shields, or on them'. She did actually try it on my father at the start of the Second World War. He didn't take it kindly, and confided to me ruefully that he thought she rather fancied herself a Hero's Widow.

Not one-not one single moment of time past can ever be got back. Not one little thing can escape change and death. Lost, the early Republic of our agrarian dream. We fought for it in battle and destroyed the thing we fought for. Lost, the years of our youth. They were good days and many, and they are all gone. And think of all the girls, John, the lovely girls, the lushloined girls who have gone down into the gulf of years.

Los claros clarines de pronto levantan sus sones, su canto sonoro, su cálido coro, que envuelve en su trueno de oro la augusta soberbia de los pabellones. Él dice la lucha, la herida venganza, las ásperas crines, los rudos penachos, la pica, la lanza, la sangre que riega de heroicos carmines la tierra; de negros mastines que azuza la muerte, que rige la guerra.

memorizing history in school, you should picture yourself in the Battle of Hastings and pretend to lose your legs. You won't forget it then. Parietal

God of our fathers, known of old,Lord of our far-flung battle line,Beneath whose awful Hand we holdDominion over palm and pine—Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,Lest we forget—lest we forget!

We aren't no thin red 'eroes.

She searched her mind. Are there special words to send your son into battle?

Your mind is like a tug o' war, you gotta make sure the good side wins.

With one quick sweep of a lightsaber, you gave hope to everyone who saw your blade. Except for the bad guys, that is. Your lightsaber brought them to their knees, and without spilling a drop of blood.

The day after Luke witnessed the orbital space battle through his macrobinoculars, a group of Jawa merchants sold two droids to Owen Lars. One of the droids, an astromech unit named R2-D2, carried a secret message for someone named Obi-Wan Kenobi. And Luke Skywalker's life was forever changed.

As she began to speak she stood and started to wrap herself, expertly, creating a binding in minutes that held without a wrinkle until the show ended. Peggy made a connection between binding her breasts and wrapping her hands in boxing wraps; this was what one did before battle, to protect one's self (and it is the Self, absolutely, that binding protects for many butches).