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Rise, red as the dawn.
Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark ...
We are going to stand together, united.
Emotions generally led to irrational and stupid actions. In this game, they were likely to be fatal. He regained his composure and became logical, rational, disconnected.
Screamed like a manic cheerleader heaping encouragement on her high school's punt returner as he breaks through the first wall of blocks.
I missed the crowds in those big stadiums, the flashbulbs, the roaring cheers - the majesty of the whole thing. I missed it bitterly. So did my father. We shared a thirst to return; unspoken, undeniable.
My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.
September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror's sting,
rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles' wings.
from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
I saw a cluster of people
He lifted himself from a wheelchair to lift the nation from its knees.
Bring us together again.
So we beat on, boats against the current.
I am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief
even the dogs were howling.
Run in circles, scream and shout,
Mr.Kline was standing his ground, his arms outstretched in front of a small group of kids. He was red faced an appeared sweaty or maybe just covered with tears. I ran to catch up with them.
Unfurl the bandages, ready the medicine. Let us return now, wild women howling, laughing, singing up The One who loves us.
Of course he chanted with the rest: it was impossible to do
otherwise. To dissemble your feelings, to control your face, to
do what everyone else was doing, was an instinctive reaction.
Suddenly Ammu hoped that it had been him that Rahel saw him in the march. She hoped it had been him that raised his flag and knotted arm in anger. She hoped that under his careful cloak of cheerfulness he housed a living breathing anger against the smug, ordered world that she raged against.
The team came together. We're looking forward to the next race.
Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.
Then everybody wept,
Or sat, too exhausted to weep,
Or lay, too hurt to weep.
Red Leader to Red One. Come in Red One!
United we stand; divided we fall.
Cheer the bull, or cheer the bear; cheer both, and you will be trampled and eaten.
Their prayer was rage.
The crowd had stared at him and given up angrily, finding no satisfaction. He did not look crushed and he did not look defiant. He looked impersonal and calm. He was not like a public figure in a public place; he was like a man alone in his own room, listening to the radio.
We were strong. We stayed bright as lightning,
we sang loud as thunder, we moved ever forward.
We are not our failures. We are love.
The king appeared ... with his dogs and sycophants behind him.
When the emergency brappers went of they did what any dedicated, well-trained and quick-minded Service personnel would do; they paniced.
From the short story What Makes Us Human.
Some people are marching together and some on their own. Others are running, the smaller ones crawl. But some sit in silence.
Awake! Stand up and fight! Die if you must.
Applaud us when we run, Console us when we fall, Cheer us when we recover.
Riot squads were ready to go into action. Although these young English boys (many of them civilians themselves little more than a year ago, and with only a very sketchy idea of the problems of administering Imperial
On the verge of a decision we all tremble: hope pauses with fluttering wings.
Towards four o'clock, the rebels felt strong enough to take the offensive. A brigade with a battery under Earle managed to strike the Federal right on the flank and rear and throw it into utter confusion, which spread rapidly along the whole front. Now came the disastrous end.
As athletes, we're used to reacting quickly. Here, it's 'come, stop, come, stop.' There's a lot of downtime. That's the toughest part of the day.
In truth, no men on earth can cheer like Englishmen, who do so rally one another's blood and spirit when they cheer in earnest, that the stir is like the rush of their whole history, with all its standards waving at once, from Saxon Alfred's downwards.
Distraught I seize mine arms ... And with my comrades hasten to the hold: frenzy and anger urge my headlong will, and death methinks how comely, sword in hand!
They fell like wolves
At each other's throats,
Like bulls bellowing,
And horses gasping for breath
That have run all day.
We remember, we rebuild, we come back stronger.
Many of the gunters on the front lines took an involuntary step backward. A few others turned and ran for their lives.
Her heart ruffled like a wind torn sail, held, yet ripped.
The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.
Well roared, lion.
Who would back you in a race While defeat is in your face?
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.
I put the team on my back doh.
Wake the happy words.
For almost 20 years, I've reported on some amazing feats of athleticism for ESPN. But the one thing that stood out, game after game, is that it takes a team to win. When I got cancer, that lesson got personal. And Team Livestrong became my team.
He'd done it again. Screwed up in a social situation and dragged the whole team down with hm. His new team. The ones who were counting on him to be a leader on and off the field. He'd led them, all right, almost into a brawl.
A conquering force sustained the old folks and now centers us. Forming a collective of comeback saints, let us rally behind them and move forward. We're called to a new awakening and application of what we've learned from those who've looked over Jordan.
We rode on the winds of the rising storm,
We ran to the sounds of the thunder.
We danced among the lightning bolts,
and tore the world asunder.
Heroes put to the test, keeping a promise, doing their best.
It is the business of cavalry to follow up the victory, and to prevent the beaten army from rallying.
Breathe, Believe and Bounce Back
Raffe turns to me. It's the first time I've seen his face look less than perfect. He's squinting in pain and blinking rapidly. He came to help me. Through all the screaming noise and blinding lights, he came.
My heart was beating like an army on the march.
Entertainers, athletes, and stars started giving me support.
Now, again, he paused, and into the breach thus made, leapt Ambition, the harridan, and Poetry, the witch, and Desire of Fame, the strumpet; all joined hands and made of his heart their dancing ground.
We stood wrapped in each other's arms, taking comfort from our family below, yearning for the others we might never see again, at once at home and homeless, balanced on a knife edge of danger and uncertainty. But together.
We all pulled together at the right time, unfortunately, we were down 3-0 to the Yankees when we decided to do it, but we did it. And we shocked the world.
Swallowed my pride and shit lions.
The quadriga was led by a young man, who stood upright, holding the bridles of the steeds, while the morning sun was shining behind his head!
Morale - the will to win, the fighting heart - are the honored hallmarks of the football coach and player. Likewise, they are characteristic of the enterprising executive, the successful troop leader, the established artist and the dedicated teacher and scientist.
Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer's heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went swiftly from the hall.
I was in the Square at the time. The crowd was a most good-humoured, easy going, smiling crowd; but presently it was transformed. A regiment of mounted police came cantering up.
Hopped up out the bed / Turn my swag on
Battered and bruised but still fighting for dominance his was not the selfish petty pride that made bullies of lesser men but rather the quiet
determined dignity that turned men into heroes and made heroes crawl back to their feet from the bitter dust of defeat and stand tall once more.
I felt vigorous and cheered by borrowed popularity.
The walk-off win provides one of baseball's most thrilling outbursts, launching a couple dozen tense teammates out of the dugout into a frenzied mosh pit of elation.
I can never do justice to the great feeling of amazement and encouragement I felt when, perhaps for the first time in American history, white citizens of a Southern state banded together to come to Selma and show their indignation about the injustices against the African-Americans.
Squirmed under the pressure. The leader squatted down and sorted through the
Tears are words waiting to be spoken
The moved and the shaken.
Did what people will do in politics, or on the sea when the wind is against them, - I tacked.
With slouch and swing around the ring
We trod the Fools' Parade!
We did not care: we knew we were
The Devils' Own Brigade:
And shaven head and feet of lead
Make a merry masquerade.
Victory is within our ready grasp ... We are in reach of a famous victory
The audience swelled to six in the end and we all huddled in a corner.
We roared. We were one big animal throat, roaring.
Rage twisted his features. He would hurt her now, and badly, she knew that. Crack. The whip made a sound like thunder. The coil took Viserys around the throat and yanked him backward. He went sprawling in the grass, stunned and choking.
We ran like a herd of wild cattle.
They remounted and rode across the pastures for
The damn hawker nearly caught the bumper." More amazed than angry now, Eve shook her head. "A guy in air boots nearly outran a cop ride. What's the world coming to, Peabody?" Eyes stubbornly shut, Peabody didn't move a muscle. "I'm sorry, sir, you're interrupting my praying.
Anyone can support a team that is winning - it takes no courage. But to stand behind a team to defend a team when it is down and really needs you, that takes a lot of courage.
Maneuvers toward you). It was exciting for the two junior members, but also for those of us who were more seasoned, because we were building the team, adding to the experience of jumpers who'd later be capable of joining us for even bigger formations. I was to be the
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
As subdued as the crowd seemed, the tempers wafting his way seethed with rage. The tides weren't defeated. They were dry kindling, just waiting for a spark.
College students, couples, people covered with eagle tattoos, boat captains, white-haired folks - we were all singing, waiting especially for the chorus
went out for sports as others did, in an affable herd.
They stayed by my side the whole time - my teammates, family and all the fans.
Pray for victory, plan for disaster.
Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!
He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.
Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greeting, boys," he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.
He frowned.
"I am back," he said hotly, "why do you not cheer?
Stand strong. Stand firm.
My characters tend, if wounded, to be emotionally resourceful. Often they're in that way station between when loss happens and when it can be fully comprehended. In the meantime they're fighting to get something back, and occasionally they prevail in surprising ways.
When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.
This was the hubris of mankind, to rally in the face of overwhelming odds, to thread the needle and climb the mountain and survive the storm. He
When he throws one in from half court and raises his arms triumphantly, spectators' emotions rise in sympathetic gasps of joy; childhood revisited for a brief moment
man Gil had confronted