#warriors

From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked. ↗

— Taliesin

#grew #host #leader #red #their

But Alonso kept smiling that smile and nothing made any sense with that smile looking you in the face. 'Jim, don't tell me that, you know, brother-shit. I have been through it all. Take, you know, advice. There is only one thing and that is the kick, the Now. Nothing else counts. Get yours. Get it because, you know, no one cares and they will always put you down in the end, Jim, and the only word that counts is, you know, Now. Not that foolish brother and bopping jazz, Jim. Now. Because if it all don't go up in any, you know, twenty minutes; up, all gone; then they are going to put you down and keep you down. Now. ↗

— Sol Yurick

#goals #inspiration #life #now #warriors

Then stop being a know-it-all lionpaw retorted You're not my mentor so stay out of my fur. Lionpaw at Berrynose in Outcast pg 67 ↗

— Erin Hunter

#warriors-cats #humor

Lovers and warriors are not bound by the rules of fair play. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#love #lovers #restrictions #romance #rules

Forgive me, Lord, if ever I should wrap myself in pharisiac robes when I see another fall In no way am I greater because of another’s weakness. At the most it only turns the eyes of the crowd away from my own frailty. Few of us would ever think of hurting someone physically but too many times we have used the power of "talk" to kill. Here, Lord, take these stones I hold. ↗

— Glenna Oldham

#the-sisters #the-warrior-series #warriors-of-the-cross #forgiveness

Few of us will forget the wail of mingled grief, rage and horror which rose from the camp when the Indians returned to it and recognized their slaughtered warriors, women, and children. ↗

— John Gibbon

#children #few #forget #grief #horror

I had different bands. I played with the Acoustic Warriors for the most part, without girl singers. It was the same kind of sound, acoustic guitar, bass, with violin and sometimes accordion, and the guys would sing, that kind of thing. ↗

— Dan Hicks

#acoustic #acoustic guitar #bands #bass #different

The coffin was handmade from the wood of a single Eucalyptus tree. There were no handles, it rested on the shoulders of six elegant tribesmen. These were Maasai from Kenya, the warrior tribe, known for their courage and endurance. The walkers followed at a respectful distance, the pace was grueling. ↗

— Nick Hahn

#kenya #tribe #warriors #courage

His men had begun gathering the wounded or stunned into a small group some distance back up the slope. Here and there an animal or human stirred, but not many. There were few cries of pain or fear now. Mostly, it was eerily quiet. Even the insects had ceased their music. ↗

— Derek Donais

#war #warfare #warriors #men

If he can't reach you he can't hit you If he can't hit you he can't hurt you ↗

— Arun D. Ellis

#fighting #martial-arts #mystery #thriller #war