Quotes About Command

Elena's eye lit with a skewed enthusiasm. "Dear God, Miles. Metzov—Oser—Ungari—all in a row—you sure are hard on your commanding officers. What are you going to do when the time comes to let them all out?" Miles shook his head mutely. "I don't know.

Miles looked up at his father. "Did I do the right thing, sir? Last night?" "Yes," said the Count simply. "A right thing. Perhaps not the best of all possible right things. Three days from now you may think of a cleverer tactic, but you were the man on the ground at the time. I try not to second-guess my field commanders." Miles's heart rose in his aching chest for the first time since he'd left Kyril Island. He nodded, satisfied.

Stop gibbering. The Countess took his arm, and began more-or-less frog-marching him upstairs. Roic made a mental note of her technique, for future reference. She glanced over her shoulder and gave Roic a reassuring, if rather unexpected, wink. The

Bothari nearly choked at the suggestion. "I swear I'll knock you down and sit on you if you go near those suits," he snarled. "Insubordination, Sergeant," Miles hissed back.

Not one, she realized with a chill, was staring at her as though she had gone mad. They were all staring at her as though she was going to tell them what to do next.

Which way would she pounce? Miles held his breath. Ekaterin leaned forward, gripping the railing with her knuckles going pale. "Let's finish this. Lord Vorkosigan!" Miles jerked in his seat, taken by surprise. "Madame?" He made a little half-bow gesture. "Yours to command . . ." "Good. Will you marry me?

There it is! Do it or I'll have (my mother) do it for you! How's that for a threat? Effective.

He doesn't shit on what we claim as our own and still command that loyalty.

Beneath his well-trimmed goatee, Murray's mouth was flat and hard. "Bring her up to my office." And with that, he walked away to the private elevators. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Glaring at the girl, Trace asked, "Happy now?" She looked almost smug when she said, "Getting there." She gave a pointed look at his hand on her arm.

the divine solution to the gross malady of darkness is an army of brilliant light. Like dawn spreading across the mountains a large and mighty army comes, such as never was of old nor ever will be in ages to come. . . . The LORD thunders at the head of his army; his forces are beyond number, and mighty are those who obey his command. Joel 2:2, 11 NIV

Some men are gifted to paint, some to write, and some to lead men. For me it was always to e this, not to kill men, although in the years to come I was to kill more than I liked, but to command such situations as this.

No one ever says 'No' to Charles Walker!

My name is Mr. Sir," he said. "Whenever you speak to me you must call me by my name, is that clear?

And the next time I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it without questioning my authority. If it's too much trouble for you to fill a canteen, I'll give you a shovel. You can dig the hole, and the Caveman can fill your canteen.

As a rule of thumb, it was always safer if the Commander-in-Chief formulated a risky plan.

An increasing cackle of complaints, orders, and jests, and what to a European would have been bad language, came from behind the curtains. Here was evidently a woman used to command.

Hojo-You sound exactly like bandits, bossing me around. Bandits- That's because we ARE bandits.

For in Japan the constant goal is honor. It is necessary to command respect. The means one uses to that end are tools one takes up and then lays aside as circumstances dictate.

In trying to stop your tears, I was already obeying the officer's command to the letter, not out of patriotic allegiance, but out of cowardice, in order not to feel the pain of my own heart, breaking.

answer him. He and the sergeant went to the head

This was my mother's chosen disciplinary method: unable to strike us, she ordered us to seal our lips. Some echo, no doubt, of the great silence with which her own mother had tormented Aadam Aziz lingered in her ears—because silence, too, has an echo, hollower and longer-lasting than the reverberations of any sound—and with an emphatic "Chup!" she would place a finger across her lips and command our tongues to be still.

Epifania's first order was the most ancient wish of dynasts: that Carmen must conceive a male child, a king-in-waiting through whom his loving mother and grandmother would rule. Carmen, realising in her bitter consternation that this very first instruction would have to be disobeyed, lowered her eyes, muttered, 'Okay, Epifania Aunty, wish is my command,' and fled the room.

Hitler's strength as a leader is that he almost always works through the power of his persuasion; rarely does he command.

Get the hell out of my way!