Quotes About Battle

No one can keep out of conflict, the entire world is at war, and even though the allies are doing better, the end is nowhere in sight.

Up to now reason has always won the battle, but will my emotions get the upper hand? Sometimes I fear they will, but more often I actually hope they do! Oh

No one must know that my heart and mind are constantly at war with each other.

Who cares whether the heroine wins if there wasn't any battle?

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

it was a brave man's fear. I knew what he meant. What must a brave general feel when he knows the battle has gone against him and nothing remains but death?

No te vayas al infierno sin presentar batalla

It was as if the terrible battle was over. He had confessed his wrath and it was gone, and he sat still and simple near the fire, the warrior no longer. Such was the magic of words, he thought.

She would turn to the Catholic Church to destroy the thing, she said, 'to the power of Christ, and His Holy Mother, and the saints.' We fought a terrible battle of words. I cried out: 'Don't you see that that is nothing but another form of witchcraft?

But it won't be much of a battle, will it? Alek asked. What can an airship do to a pair of ironclads? My guess is, we'll stay absolutely still for an hour.  Just so we don't fall into any bad habits.

Aya, that's the barking strangest thing about battle - that it's real

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It's war that makes generals

In a battle between two ideas, the best one doesn't necessarily win. No, the idea that wins is the one with the most fearless heretic behind it.

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!

When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!

Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle like a game of go. I will take hold of all the pain and snuff it out.

Out on the street I start to run; I need to breathe in this life, the trees, the warmth of my town. I will be able to control my own fate and I will know how to be happy. Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle . . .

I reply with a letter as brief as his: 'My brother, after my first battle the only thing I now worship is the sun, a star that represents death's constancy. Beware of the moon, which reflects our world of beauty. It waxes and wanes, it is treacherous and ephemeral. We will all die some day . . . .

In time of war, the Devil makes more room in Hell.

My father and brother were slain at Sandal Castle because they engaged a far superior force. It was daring, heroic, foolhardy…and fatal. I'll not make the same mistake.

Sensible men were not eager to submit themselves to the Judgement of the Almighty, and a decisive battle seemed to prove that the victor had God on his side. Most people preferred not to put the Lord's Favour to such a stringent, conclusive test.

She tried to clear her mind. She knew she needed to return to the war, already in progress.