#warrior

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

There is something of the warrior in me. ↗

— Lech Walesa

#something #warrior

The boys of my people began very young to learn the ways of men, and no one taught us; we just learned by doing what we saw, and we were warriors at a time when boys now are like girls. ↗

— Black Elk

#doing #just #learn #learned #like

To achieve the mood of a warrior is not a simple matter. It is a revolution. To regard the lion and the water rats and our fellow men as equals is a magnificent act of a warrior's spirit. It takes power to do that. ↗

— Carlos Castaneda

#act #equals #fellow #fellow men #lion

All eyes flew to the entrance. A great gray stallion reared up in the doorway, its breath frosting the air with puffs of steam. It was a scene from every fairy-tale romance she'd ever read: the handsome prince bursting into the castle astride a magnificent stallion, ablaze with desire and honor as he'd declared his undying love before all and sundry. Her heart swelled with joy. Then her brow puckered as she scrutinized her "prince." Well, it was almost like a fairy tale. Except this prince was dressed in nothing but a drenched and muddy tartan with blood on his face and hands and war braids plaited at his temples. Although determination glittered in his gaze, a declaration of undying love didn't appear to be his first priority. "Jillian!" he roared. Her knees buckled. His voice brought her violently to life. Everything in the room receded and there was only Grimm, blue eyes blazing, his massive frame filling the doorway. He was majestic, towering, and ruthless. Here was her fierce warrior ready to battle the world to gain her love. He urged Occam into the crowd, making his way toward the altar. "Grimm," she whispered. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#jillian #kare-marie-moning #to-tame-a-highland-warrior #life

Our fellow men are black magicians. And whoever is with them is a black magician on the spot. Think for a moment, can you deviate from the path that your fellow men have lined up for you? And if you remain with them, your thoughts and your actions are fixed forever in their terms. That is slavery. The warrior, on the other hand, is free from all that. Freedom is expensive, but the price is not impossible to pay. So, fear your captors, your masters. Don't waste your time and your power fearing freedom. ↗

— Don Juan Matus

#freedom

You have never tasted freedom, friend," Dienekes spoke, "or you would know it is purchased not with gold, but steel. ↗

— Steven Pressfield

#warrior #warrior-ethos #freedom

Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King's ear, "By the Lion's Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#bravery #calormene #jewel #sacrifice #tash

Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#goddess #love #poetry #seduction #the-seducer-s-diary

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