#battle

All good things originate with the Creator God, he'd been taught, and the Song of Life was no exception. ↗

— Sandi Layne

#historical-fiction #irish-warrior #supernatural #life

the battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down, if you said you'd rather love than fight. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#fighting #love #love

They fought because they loved the dance, and the weight of a sword in their hands. The clash and spark of metal and hiss of flame was like music written just for them. They fought for glory, but not for blood. They were Weirlind, heirs of the warrior's stone. And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds. ↗

— The Warrior Heir Cinda Williams Chima pg.

#battle #blood #glory #heir #stone

...all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #monsters #love

You're so kind, Kazuhiko. That's what I like about you." I like you, too. I love you so much." If he weren't so inarticulate, Kazuhiko could have said so much more. How much her expression, her gentle manner, her pure untainted soul meant to him. How important, in short, her existence was to him. But he wasn't able to put into words. He was only a third-year student in junior high, and worst yet, composition was one of his worst subjects. ↗

— Koushan Takami

#love

Success is often followed by failure. Yesterday's victory doesn't win today's battle. ↗

— Wayde Goodall

#challenges #failure #success #victory #men

The war had been a daily thought, a continual consciousness in her life for two years, but never a real presence. Battles were things that were fought somewhere else, won somehow, by someone, and lost by someone else. Now as she stood by her own door and listened to the cannons, it was with a chilling, dreadfully full and clear realization that men were out on the field beneath that gray cloud taking each other’s lives. ↗

— Elisabeth Grace Foley

#battle #civil-war #gettysburg #war #men

An agile, well-trained, brave elephant, ridden by a good mahout, its trunk armed with the kind of sabre known as a qartal and covered with chain mail, while the rest of its body is protected by sheets of bark and iron, surrounded by 500 men to defend it and protect it to the rear, can fight against 6000 men on horseback. ↗

— Mas'udi

#elephants #war #men

Then the creatures of the high air answered to the battle, foretelling the destruction that would be done that day; and the sea chattered of the losses, and the waves gave heavy shouts keening them, and the water-beasts roared to one another, and the rough hills creaked with the danger of the battle, and the woods trembled mourning the heroes, and the grey stones cried out at their deeds, and the wind sobbed telling them, and the earth shook, foretelling the slaughter; and the cries of the grey armies put a cloak over the sun, and the clouds were dark; and the hounds and the whelps and the crows, and the witches of the valley, and the powers of the air, and the wolves of the forests, howled from every quarter and on every side of the armies, urging them against one another. ↗

— Augusta Gregory

#pathetic-fallacy #men

I caught a glimpse of him thinking of the final combat in the movies, Harry versus Voldemort, Spider-Man versus the Green Goblin. ↗

— Joss Stirling

#final-battles #movies