Longswords Quotes & Sayings

I don't think there's any essential difference, at least for me, between writing poetry and writing prose. — Jorge Luis Borges

I've got the god given talent or the god given opportunity better put, to let that out in a harmless way you know, and I don't know what it does to you, I don't really know. — Eric Clapton

Medical knowledge and technical savvy are biodegradable. The sort of medicine that was practiced in Boston or New York or Atlanta fifty years ago would be as strange to a medical student or intern today as the ceremonial dance of a !Kung San tribe would seem to a rock festival audience in Hackensack. — Lewis Thomas

Dark, shadowy figures moved closer, circling.
Torel pulled his two seyani longswords free of their scabbards. "Come, then!" He shouted. "Come dance with the tairen, if you dare! Miora felah ti' Feyreisa! Joy to the Feyreisa! And death to you all!"
And he became a whirling blur of motion - black leather, shining steel, red blood - spinning in the moonlight, delivering death to all he touched until he moved no more. — C.L. Wilson

Don't tell me you're my friend. Act like one. — Yolanda Foster

I joined a small but growing post-Trotskyite Luxembourgist sect. — Christopher Hitchens

Let's enjoy the aimless days while we still can. — Don DeLillo

You should have seen the look on your skull... — Rich Burlew

Have faith in your destiny — Swami Vivekananda

The US remains an object of fascination for me, and the subject of much study, but while many of my friends etc. are American and I have no plans at present to move elsewhere, I consider myself a permanent outsider. — Luc Sante

Winners lose more often than losers lose. — William Cranch Bond

The canvas upon which the artist paints is the spectator's mind. — Okakura Kakuzo

My eyes close in a subconscious effort to block out the bad memories, but the effort backfires. Protests. Rallies. Screams for survival. I see women and children starving to death, homes destroyed and buried in rubble, the countryside a burnt landscape, its only fruit the rotting flesh of casualties. I see dead dead dead red and burgundy and maroon and the richest shade of your mother's favorite lipstick all smeared into the earth. So much everything all the things dead. — Tahereh Mafi