"Just because I can drill you between the eyes at a hundred meters, it doesn't mean I can't like sensitive stuff."
— Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams, Mass Effect
There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine, they call me, my enemies, and there's a lot of 'em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing but more blood. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. I should never be free from it. I've earned it. I've deserved it. I've sought it out. Such is my punishment.
— Logen Ninefingers, The Blade Itself.
"The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury. Not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take...inventory. Outgunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds. On a suicide mission. But the sand and the rocks here, stained with thousands of years of warfare...They will remember us. For this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him."
Let a man learn how to fight by first daring to perform mighty deeds, Not where the missiles won't reach, if he is armed with a shield, But getting in close where fighting is hand to hand, inflicting a wound. With his long spear or his sword, taking the enemy's life, With his foot planted alongside a foot and his shield pressed against shield, And his crest up against crest and his helm up against helm And breast against breast, embroiled in the action, he fights man against man, Holding secure in his grasp haft of his sword or his spear!
—Tyrtaeus of Sparta
"The Minbari taught me, claim victory in your heart and the rest will follow."
—Marcus Cole, Babylon 5
"What value in all Murmandamus' speeches did we gain but to learn that we are weak? What spirit did we discover in defeat except that we corrupt from within? The time has come to blunt our blades and look to our own, to put down the monsters that we have become."
— Gorath, Betrayal at Krondor
He was a Scholar, and a Poet, and a Mighty Warrior; and the most shameless exhibitionist since Barnum and Bailey.
But it must not be imagined that because he was a fine warrior he was less spiritual or less religious then his predecessors. He made religious fervour the backbone of all his warlike doctrines. He united practical skill with mystical meditation; and the results speak for themselves. He wrote many hymns; which setting aside those in praise of the sword, contain a stronger vein of pantheistic mysticism than do those of the other gurus. He also made greater claims for himself as a prophet.
— The Religion of the Sikhs, by Dorthy Field
There is nothing that we should be quite so grateful for as the last line of the poem that goes, "When your own heart asks." It can probably be thought of in the same way as the Nembutsu, and previously it was on the lips of many people.
—Yamamoto Tsunetomo, Hagakure (The Book of the Samurai)
"The question that has haunted my being has been answered: The future is not fixed. My choices are my own. And yet, how ironic, for I now find I have no choice at all. I am a warrior. Let the battle be joined."
— Dinobot, Beast Wars
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death-
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
— William Butler Yeats, 1919
I bow to Him that holdeth the arrow in His hand; I bow to the fearless one.
I bow to the God of gods who is in the present and the future.
I bow to the Scimatar, the two-edged Sword, the Falchion, and the Dagger.
Thou, O God, hast over one form; Thou art over unchangeable.
I bow to the Holder of the Mace
Who diffused light through the fourteen worlds.
I bow to the Arrow and the Musket,
I bow to the Sword, spotless, fearless, and unbreakable;
I bow to the powerful Mace and Lance
To which nothing is equal.
I bow to him who holdeth the discus,
Who is not made of the elements and who is terrible.
I bow to the Arrow and the Cannon
Which destroy the enemy
I bow to the Sword and the Rapier
Which destroy the evil. I bow to all weapons named Shastar (which may be held).
I bow to all weapons called Astar (which may be hurled or discharged),
Worf: (roaring), That is how a Klingon lures a mate.
Wesley Crusher: Are you telling me to go yell at Salia?
Worf: No, men do not roar. Women roar, and they hurl heavy objects... and claw at you...
Wesley: What does the man do?