#battle

I do not care about happiness simply because I believe that joy is something worth fighting for. ↗

— Criss Jami

#brighter #fighting #fighting-battles #greater #greater-glory

There will come a time in your life when you lose something that matters to you. You'll fight for it and you won't win. But what really matters isn't the war you're waging, it's that you don't lose the person you are in the midst of the battle. ↗

— J. Sterling

#fight #insparation #lose #mature-ya #wisdom

If love is a battlefield and we all get scars....These were my reminders…my necessary thorns. ↗

— Sabrina Childress

#life #love #those-necessary-thorns #life

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

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

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