A guy in Greek armor drew his sword and charged, but slipped in a puddle of pina colada.
I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
Then I realized what separated us: what I thought about him could not reach him; it was psychology, the kind they write about in books. But his judgment went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to exist. And it was true, I had always realized it; I hadn't the right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant or a microbe. My life put out feelers towards small pleasures in every direction. Sometimes it sent out vague signals; at other times I felt nothing more than a harmless buzzing.
my sword reappeared in my pocket. yeah,great timing. now i could attack the walls all i wanted. my cell had no bar,no window,not even a door
You named your sword Fire? Fire? What kind of a boring name is that? You might as well name your sword 'Blazing Blade' and be done with it. Fire indeed. Humph. Wouldn't you rather have a sword called Sheepbiter or Chrysanthemum Cleaver or something else with imagination?
So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?
I find it rude to laugh at a man with a sword.
But the truth is a double-edged sword; it is a dangerous thing.
Torture can be a two edged sword.
It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.
Mercy is stronger than your sword.
Just so you know: if a rakshasa shows up, I left my sword in the car.
You're a sword not a palm tree
Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.
When the news you don't want to hear is looming before you like Everest, two things can happen. Tragedy can run you through like a sword, or it can become your backbone. Either you fall apart and sob, or you say, 'Right. What's next?
Anyone who thinks the pen is mightier than the sword has not been stabbed with both.
Don't leave home without your sword - your intellect.
You think Bernadette Maguire killed him?” “Uh… no. She’s, like I said, she’s old. ” “Old people can kill people too. ” “I know, but…” “She could be a ninja. ” “She’s not a ninja, for God’s sake. She’s somebody’s great grandmother. ” “I want you to think carefully about this, Kenny. Have you ever seen her with a sword?” “What?” “How about throwing stars?” “This is ridiculous. ” “Have you ever seen her dressed up as a ninja? That would have been my first clue. ” The girl sucked in her cheeks so she wouldn't laugh out loud.
It is said the warrior's is the twofold Way of pen and sword, and he should have a taste for both Ways. Even if a man has no natural ability he can be a warrior by sticking assiduously to both divisions of the Way.
Sword? Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though. He'll lend you one.
