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She wielded it easily, lightly. She carried it swinging like a baseball bat, only with more poetry to it. It was a frightening thing to watch, this small shadow of billowing grey fabric and sprawling, wild hair splaying out behind her, the axe held at the ready with both hands, poised and prepared.
Sharpened by hate. Strengthened by love.
Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.
[Valor that parleys is near yielding.]
And high above, depicted in a tower,
Sat Conquest, robed in majesty and power,
Under a sword that swung above his head,
Sharp-edged and hanging by a subtle thread.
One sword keeps another in the sheath.
Our fearless shall be our secret weapon
When you cannot use your sword you may take to the weapon of all-prayer. Your powder may be damp, your bow-string may be relaxed, but the weapon of all-prayer need never be out of order.
1 aIn the bbeginning was the Word, and the cWord was with God, and the dWord was eGod.
Mage-taught wisdom reproached him: any gift of power was two-edged.
As apprehended by those
Weapons are ominous tools. They are abhorred by all creatures. Anyone who follows the Way shuns them.
So we strap on weapons that work - weapons divinely authorized for our success in spiritual warfare: the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the shoes of peace. Then we take up the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation, as well as the sword - the very Word of God. But
A wielder of words is a wielder of power.
Superior strength is a sword that manifests one's will.
May Your Swords Stay Sharp! - Lan Pendragon
You are your own best weapon. Kestrel
I'm just a weapon of the god.
Make me a captive, Lord,
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life's alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms,
And strong shall be my hand
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under;
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
It is with a word as with an arrow
once let it loose and it does not return.
Love discovered me all weaponless,
and opened the way to the heart through the eyes,
which are made the passageways and doors of tears:
so that it seems to me it does him little honour
to wound me with his arrow, in that state,
he not showing his bow at all to you who are armed
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
What's a word, a talisman, to hold against the world?
Upon his arm he bare a gay bracer*, *small shield And by his side a sword and a buckler, And on that other side a gay daggere, Harnessed well, and sharp as point of spear:
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
Meanwhile, the sword
began to wilt into gory icicles,
to slather and thaw. It was a wonderful thing,
the way it all melted as ice melts
when the Father eases the fetters off the frost
and unravels the water-ropes. He who wields power
over time and tide: He is the true Lord.
IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT /MEANT/ TO BE SAFE.
A pantherish twist and shift of his body avoided the blundering rush of two yellow swordsmen, and the blade of one missing its objective, was sheathed in the breast of the other. A
Each one of us is a weapon in God's hands
The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.
May your swords stay sharp -Brom
The Rosary is THE weapon.
The information was like a secret weapon hidden in her pocket, which she held in the palm of her hand, caressing its contours, considering its power.
He carries well, to whom it waighes not.
[He carries well, to whomit weighs not.]
I'm no longer a daughter.
No longer a granddaughter.
No longer a girl with dreams. With hope.
I'm a weapon, now.
An unused weapon is a danger to its owner, as much as to others.
Yet a treacherous weapon is ever a danger to the hand. Saruman
Rebus lifted a Guardian
Luxury whose quiet swiftness bestowed a sense of power, wielded casually as some lesser god might do.
Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right.
No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue which rises against you in judgment, you shall condemn.
Draw Dyrnwyn, only thou of noble worth, to rule with justice, to strike down evil. Who wields it in good cause shall slay even the Lord of Death.
A sword is sharp, but can conquer the body alone. The tongue is small, but can conquer hearts, minds and souls.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king ...
Reforge the sword.
It was a knife of an idea, a cruel instrument of sacrifice, but also one of great beauty, silvery, curved, dancing with light.
Peaceful Warrior
Reaching back, I drew my blade, feeling it rasp free, gleaming
as it came into the light. Looking up at the approaching rabids, I
smiled.
I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.
Be your strong and simple words Keen to wound as sharpened swords, And wide as targes let them be, With their shade to cover ye.
Given in love. Defiled by remorse.
Its powers?' Dallben answered with a sad smile. 'My dear boy, this is a bit of metal hammered into a rather unattractive shape; it could better have been a pruning hook or a plow iron. Its powers? Like all weapons, only those held by him who wields it. What yours may be, I can in no wise say.
With a pen in my hand I have successfully stormed bulwarks from which others armed with sword and excommunication have been repulsed.
Not all weapons are guns or blades; the most dangerous are subtle, hidden.
Weapons may be carried by creatures who are evil, dishonest, violent or lazy. The true warrior is good, gentle and honest. His bravery comes from within himself; he learns to conquer his own fears and misdeeds.
- Matthias
Courage was mine, and I had mystery,
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
I am the perfect weapon, I can kill with a single touch.
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
For what shall I wield a dagger, O Lord?
What can I pluck it out of,
Or plunge it into,
When you are all the world?
Now, when your weapons are dulled, your ardor damped, your strength exhausted and your treasure spent, other chieftains will spring up to take advantage of your extremity. Then no man, however wise, will be able to avert the consequences that must ensue.
Sieges weathered.
Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.
Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,
what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!
around. Their sword is the
Will Hilt to hand yet be restored? Take me up, thy mother's sword.
Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.
A sword has a voice.
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
From this moment forth, my sword shall be with you and your fate shall be with me.
Coiled and personal, Laurent's gift was a Veretian whip, made of gold.
Damen recognized it.
[ ... ]
His gaze flung to Laurent. He knew he had flushed, he could feel the heat in his own cheeks. In front of the gathered generals, he couldn't say, What have you done?
Take up a weapon and you become an instrument with as pure a purpose as the weapon itself: to find arteries and open them, limbs and sever them; to take what is alive and deliver it unto death.
The penetrating brilliance of swords
Wielded by followers of the Way
Strikes at the evil enemy
Lurking deep within
Their own souls and bodies.
4But for those who fear you, you have raised a banner to be unfurled against the bow.e
One would like to know, what were foes made for except to be used?
It was a foolish warrior who entrusted his weapons to the care of any man, save himself.
Fierce was her needle, and she wore it like a sword.
Time with his old flail Beat me full sore; Till: Hold, I cried, I'll stand no more. Then I heard a wail And looking spied How love's little bow Had laid time low.
The with forbidden the death of warriors
May what lies ahead of this warrior or behind him never take from me what is inside of him, for it is mine.
A broken sword can be reforged.
Knowledge, whatever the form, could be as effective as a weapon.
With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.
Power, safely defied, touches its downfall.
Equipped for battle Golden truths
His muscles glistened, wet as if he'd just swum a great distance. To his side, he carried a massive Shardblade, point down, sticking about a finger's width into the stone, his hand on the hilt. The Blade reflected torchlight; it was long, narrow, and straight, shaped like an enormous spike.
I'd dismembered it in my memories. I'd disremembered it.
Cunning is strength withheld.
My weapon has always been language, and I've always used it, but it has changed. Instead of shaping the words like knives now, I think they're flowers, or bridges.
With a heavy heart, I pulled out my own pocket knife, and carved three little words beneath Archer's. A plea and a wish, in a form I could never take back.
Return to me.
Let arms yield to the toga, let the [victor's] laurel yield to the [orator's] tongue.
A weapon is only an extension of one's own persona; as lethal or useless as the person wielding it.
When I need it, I can call bitterness around me like mail armor, every thought a knot of steel, shielding the tenderness I have learned to hide as a daughter, mother, wife, and queen among warriors.
Blessed is the match, consumed in kindling flame.
Blessed is the flame that burns in the heart's secret places.
Blessed is the heart that knows, for honors sake, to stop its beating.
Blessed is the match, consumed in kindling flame.
By use you possess gain; by disuse you decline and lose.
My words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.
Her heart swelled with the high holiness of it all. Imminence was all around. She was both warrior and shining spear. She was a sword glinting in the depths of night, a lance of light piercing the darkness. There would be no mistakes this time.
He pushed. I yielded. He gave. I took. He captured. I surrendered.
Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.
Powers Thai Be just
Fate has carried me 'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast To pierce another.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ...