Quotes About Brotherhood

Dust off your knees, brother, because you may damn well end up walking on them before the night is through." Lucan (in response to Dante's request for advice) - Kiss of Crimson

Nathan reached out to Hunter, Clasping the former assassin's hand in a firm shake. "I understand now," Nathan said. "I didn't know it would be possible to feel-" The massive warrior only nodded. No need for more words.

Hell, maybe I'm just a pussy and I need to know I've got my"—he almost said family—"the Order behind me on this." Lucan smiled, nodding slowly. "You always will," he said, reaching out to clap Dante on the shoulder. "Gotta tell you, I'm looking forward to meeting the woman who can scare the shit out of one of the fiercest warriors I've ever known.

You're been out a few hours. E and I have been taking turns staying with you. Tayla's here. And Gem. Luc. Kynan. Reaver. Our other brother, but he's in chains. He's also a total dick. You'll like him." (Shade telling Wraith)

Okay, listen. From what Shade said, Roag got toasted like a burnt marshmallow. He would have been nearly destroyed, right down to his junk." Wraith grinned. "Which is really fucking funny.

You really believe that? He took a step toward her.' I'm risking Sin's life by putting off what I have to do to Kynan. I'm doing that for you. Not for Kynan or my brothers. I took a knife for you. I've kissed you over and over when I never kiss anyone. So why the hell would I want to see you suffer?

Either one of you kill him, or I will." Shade, Wraith and Kynan raised their hands to volunteer. How special. Brotherly love ran like syrup in the room.

Fear is the brother of hate.

Man puts his proud heel on the heart of his brother, And smiles at the work he has done; And the wrongs that cry up to a pitying Heaven, Might blot from its arches the sun.

Porque hemos dedicado mucho tiempo a tu formación, compañera - respondió Loxan - Si te mataran en tu siguiente viaje por no tener armas adecuadas, se me quedaría tal cara de tonto que ni Lexis me iba a reconocer. •Ya tienes cara de tonto y te reconozco perfectamente, hermano

Türk insan?n? Türk insan?ndan ay?ran bütün duvarlar? y?kmak isterdim.

?nsanlar, do?u?tan e?ittirler: kullukta, fanilikte e?itlik. Sonra, iman sayesinde yeni bir e?itlik kazan?rlar, karde? olurlar.

Gerçek hümanist biziz diyen Pierre l'Hermite'lerin, Ignace de Loyola'lann torunlar? kanl? pençelerine ipek eldivenler geçirerek insano?lunu karde?li?e ça??r?yor.

Y-Y-Yeah, and I d-do my own carpentry work, too." I was embarrassed because I was stammering. "That's what I wanted to hear. I understand you're a brother of mine." "That's right." I was keeping my sentences short and my words few. "Local 107. Since 1947." "Our friend speaks very highly of you.

That all men should be brothers is the dream of people who have no brothers.

The men, who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother.

I have broken where I should have bent; and have mused and brooded, when my spirit should have mixed with all God's great creation. The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother. I have turned from the world, and I pay the penalty.

Our country is the world, our countrymen are all mankind. We love the land of our nativity, only as we love all other lands. The interests, rights, and liberties of American citizens are no more dear to us, than are those of the whole human race. Hence, we can allow no appeal to patriotism, to revenge any national insult or injury. The Prince of Peace, under whose stainless banner we rally, came not to destroy, but to save, even the worst of enemies.

I was there the day that Horus fell.

In all things we strive to eradicate weakness, but it is not weakness to ask for help, my brothers. It is weakness to deny that help is needed. To fight on without hope when there are those who would gladly lend a hand is foolish, and I have been as blind as any to this, but no more.

You, man, who read these lines, they are written to you by a brother who has suffered much. My thoughts are wrung from the deepest distress, yet still they try to find expression. O, that you could and would understand me! Some people are capable of deep, heartfelt, self-sacrificing love, yet the only possible object of their love is a person of their own sex. There are said to be such women, and I know that such men exist. I myself am such a man. These confessions contain a life of anguish.

Blood in, blood out. You kill to get in. They kill you before they will ever let you leave.

He who regards all men as equals is religious.

And Shalhassan of Cathal realized in that moment, standing between the fair brother and the dark, that he was not going to lead this war after all.