Sword

"The sword gives truer tidings than do scriptures; Its edge is what tells zeal from vanity; White blades, not the black letters on the page — these Reveal misguided doubts for what they are."

"High she shook her shining falchion, pliant as the rushen plant, Falchion her dwarf-lover forged her, hard and bright as adamant."

": Lots of people name their swords. : Lots of cunts."

"A sigh is the Sword of an Angel King."

"Beneath the rule of men entirely great, The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold The arch-enchanters wand! — itself a nothing! — But taking sorcery from the master-hand To paralyse the Cæsars, and to strike The loud earth breathless! — Take away the sword — States can be saved without it!"

"My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it."

"The recruit must be carefully and sedulously taught when meeting the enemy, even at a trot or canter, to use no force whatever, otherwise his sword will bury itself to the hilt, and the swordsman will either be dragged from his horse, or will be compelled to drop his weapon — if he can."

"You are offensive...because this page has a sword which I chose to say is not a sword."

"Oh, thou dread sword, oft stain'd with heroes' gore, Thou awful terror of the prostrate Moor, What rage could aim thee at a female breast, Unarm'd, by softness and by love possess'd!"

"One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back."

"And al above, depeinted in a tour, Saugh I Conquest, sitting in greet honour, With the sharpe swerd over his heed, Hanginge by a subtil twines threed."

"For Colan had not bow nor sling, On a lonely sword leaned he, Like Arthur on Excalibur In the battle by the sea. To his great gold ear-ring Harold Tugged back the feathered tail, And swift had sprung the arrow, But swifter sprang the Gael. Whirling the one sword round his head, A great wheel in the sun, He sent it splendid through the sky, Flying before the shaft could fly — It smote Earl Harold over the eye, And blood began to run."

"We discern across the centuries a commanding and versatile intelligence, wielding with equal force the sword of war and of justice; using in defence arms and policy; cherishing religion, learning, and art in the midst of adversity and danger; welding together a nation, and seeking always across the feuds and hatreds of the age a peace which would smile upon the land."

"This tyrant Dionysius showed himself how happy he really was; for once, when Damocles, one of his flatterers, was dilating in conversation on his forces, his wealth, the greatness of his power, the plenty he enjoyed, the grandeur of his royal palaces, and maintaining that no one was ever happier, "Have you an inclination," said he, "Damocles, as this kind of life pleases you, to have a taste of it yourself, and to make a trial of the good fortune that attends me?" And when he said that he should like it extremely, Dionysius ordered him to be laid on a bed of gold with the most beautiful covering, embroidered and wrought with the most exquisite work, and he dressed out a great many sideboards with silver and embossed gold. He then ordered some youths, distinguished for their handsome persons, to wait at his table, and to observe his nod, in order to serve him with what he wanted. There were ointments and garlands; perfumes were burned; tables provided with the most exquisite meats. Damocles thought himself very happy. In the midst of this apparatus, Dionysius ordered a bright sword to be let down from the ceiling, suspended by a single horse-hair, so as to hang over the head of that happy man. After which he neither cast his eye on those handsome waiters, nor on the well-wrought plate; nor touched any of the provisions: presently the garlands fell to pieces. At last he entreated the tyrant to give him leave to go, for that now he had no desire to be happy. Does not Dionysius, then, seem to have declared there can be no happiness for one who is under constant apprehensions?"

"Folly such as yours, Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan, Has made what enemies could ne'er have done."

": Do you know how to use that thing? : Yes. The pointy end goes into the other man. : This is going to take a lot of work."

"Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus saith the ; Say, A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished:It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.And he hath given it to be furbished, that it may be handled: this sword is sharpened, and it is furbished, to give it into the hand of the slayer.Cry and howl, son of man: for it shall be upon my people, it shall be upon all the princes of Israel: terrors by reason of the sword shall be upon my people: smite therefore upon thy thigh.Because it is a trial, and what if the sword contemn even the rod? it shall be no more, saith the Lord .Thou therefore, son of man, prophesy, and smite thine hands together, and let the sword be doubled the third time, the sword of the slain: it is the sword of the great men that are slain, which entereth into their privy chambers.I have set the point of the sword against all their gates, that their heart may faint, and their ruins be multiplied: ah! it is made bright, it is wrapped up for the slaughter."

"L'épée est l'axe du monde."

"So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life."

"The sword of Charlemagne the Just Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust."

"I picked up and balanced them all...and found there the blade that suited me the way Excalibur suited Arthur. I've never seen one quite like it so I don't know what to call it...It balanced in the forte less than two inches from the guard, yet the blade was heavy enough to chop bone. It was the sort of sword that feels as if it were an extension of your body."

"A properly balanced sword is the most versatile weapon for close quarters ever devised. Pistols and guns are all offense, no defense; close on him fast and a man with a gun can't shoot, he has to stop you before you reach him. Close on a man carrying a blade and you'll be spitted like a roast pigeon — unless you have a blade and can use it better than he can. A sword never jams, never has to be reloaded, is always ready. Its worst shortcoming is that it takes great skill and patient, loving practice to gain that skill; it can't be taught to raw recruits in weeks, nor even months."

"There is a go-for-broke tactic, "the target," taught by the best swordmasters, which consists in headlong advance with arm, wrist, and blade in full extension — all attack and no attempt to parry. But it works only by perfect timing when you see your opponent slacken up momentarily. Otherwise it is suicide."

"I knew in three seconds that I was up against a better swordsman than myself, with a wrist like steel yet supple as a striking snake. He was the only swordsman I have ever met who used prime and octave — used them, I mean, as readily as sixte and carte. Everyone learns them and my own master made me practice them as much as the other six — but most fencers don't use them; they simply may be forced into them, awkwardly and just before losing a point. I would lose, not a point, but my life — and I knew, long before the end of that first long phrase, that my life was what I was about to lose, by all odds."

"Swordplay is an odd thing; you don't really use your mind, it is much too fast for that. Your wrist thinks and tells your feet and body what to do, bypassing your brain."

"Ho! then, the splendour And sheen of my ministry, Clothing the earth With a livery of lightnings! Ho! then, the music Of battles in onset And ruining armours, And God's gift returning In fury to God! Glittering and keen As the song of the winter stars, Ho! then, the sound Of my voice, the implacable Angel of Destiny!— I am the Sword."

"Agamemnon caught the spear with his hand and drew it toward him furiously, like a lion, and snatched it out of the hand of Iphidamas, and smote his neck with the sword, and unstrung his limbs. So even there he fell, and slept a sleep of bronze most piteously."

"Helenus, with his heavy Thracian blade Smiting the temples of Deipyrus, Dash'd off his helmet."

"On they moved, by Neptune led With firm hand grasping his long-bladed sword Keen as Jove's bolt."

"Then Peneleos and Lykon ran up close together, since these with their spear-throws had gone wide of each other, and each had made a cast vainly. So now the two of them ran together with swords. There Lykon hacked at the horn of the horse-hair crested helm, but the sword blade broke at the socket; Peneleos cut at the neck underneath the ear, and the sword sank clean inside, with only skin left to hold it, and the head slumped aside, and the limbs were loosened."

"Deucalion next—he lanced his arm with a bronze-shod spear, he spitted the Trojan through where the elbow-tendons grip and there he stood, waiting Achilles, arm dangling heavy, staring death in the face—and Achilles chopped his neck and his sword sent head and helmet flying off together and marrow bubbling up from the clean-cut neckbone."

"The fighter who is first of the two to get in a stroke at the other’s fair body, to get through armor and dark blood and reach to the vitals, to that man I will give this magnificent silver-nailed sword of Thrace I stripped from the body of Asteropaios."

"If men are to meet steel with steel, they should be adequately armed. Long spears and short swords to meet a charge of long swords. If you don't believe that, read the chronicles of Rome and Macedonia."

"Wits and swords are as straws against the wisdom of the Darkness."

"The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing."

"And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more."

"Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly used to kill men, but here In the sense of a symbol."

"The children of Israel have...slain thy prophets with the sword."

"I believe in things I never used to. I think someone is trying to find me — has found me. And is calling. Who it is I don't know. What they want I don't know. But a little while ago I found out one more thing — this sword." I picked the sword up from the table. "It isn't what I want," I went on, "But sometimes, when my mind is — abstract, something from outside floats into it. Like the need for a sword. And not any sword — just one. I don't know what the sword looks like, but I'd know if I held it in my hand." I laughed a little. "And if I drew it a few inches from the sheath, I could put out that fire up there as if I'd blown on it like a candleflame. And if I drew the sword all the way out — the world would come to an end!"

"What does it mean to be Samurai? To devote yourself utterly to a set of moral principles. To seek a stillness of your mind. And to master the way of the sword."

"Ignorantque datos, ne quisquam seruiat, enses."

"Your fathers lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age."

"[H]e who has no sword, let him sell his garment and buy one."

"Through teeth and skull and helmet So fierce a thrust he sped, The good sword stood a handbreadth out Behind the Tuscan’s head."

"Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise the King born of all England."

"In the midst of the lake Arthur was 'ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand."

"Put them to the sword."

"A sword, and not a sceptre, fits Æneas."

"Our swords shall play the orators for us."

"Our conquering swords shall marshal us the way We use to march upon the slaughter'd foe."

"Let us glut our swords, That thirst to drink the feeble Persians' blood."

"My sword hath sent millions of Turks to hell."

"She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don't tell Sansa! Mikken's mark was on the blade. It's just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She'd been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. "It's just a sword," she said, aloud this time... ...but it wasn't. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gar-dens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile."

"Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword."

"Put up again thy sword into his place: for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword."

"Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky, but Crom is your god, Crom, and he lives in the Earth. Once giants lived in the Earth, Conan, and in the darkness of chaos they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered, and the Earth shook, and fire and wind struck down these giants, and threw their bodies into the waters. But in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel, and left it on the battlefield. We, who found it, are just men: not gods, not giants, just men. And the secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan, you must learn its discipline. For no one, no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts... This you can trust."

"Steel isn't strong boy, flesh is stronger! ... What is steel, compared to the hand that wields it?"

"The brandished sword of God before them blazed, Fierce as a comet; which with torrid heat, And vapour as the Libyan air adust, Began to parch that temperate clime."

"I prefer a shiny weapon. I am of a kind, philanthropic disposition, and as firearms demand, even with the most skillful shot, to aim at the heart, allowing for misses, a man is a murderer at the beginning. Humanity may not then be displayed. On the contrary, with the shiny weapon I would only attempt to clip the wings of my honored opponent."

"Waving my sword ran forward in front of my platoon, but unfortunately I had only gone six paces when I tripped over my scabbard, the sword fell from my hand (I hadn't wound that word strap round my wrist in the approved fashion!) and I fell flat on my face on very hard ground. By the time I had picked myself up and rushed after my men I found that most of them had been killed."

"Greatest of these heroes was a doom-driven adventurer who bore a crooning rune blade that he loathed."

"Farewell, friend. I was a thousand times more evil than thou!"

"And I beheld his sword, and I drew it forth from the sheath thereof; and the hilt thereof was of pure gold, and the workmanship thereof was exceedingly fine, and I saw that the blade thereof was of the most precious steel."

"And I, Nephi, did take the sword of Laban, and after the manner of it did make many swords, lest by any means the people who were now called Lamanites should come upon us and destroy us."

"Now, my best beloved brethren, since God hath taken away our stains, and our swords have become bright, then let us stain our swords no more with the blood of our brethren."

"Behold, we will hide away our swords, yea, even we will bury them deep in the earth, that they may be kept bright, as a testimony that we have never used them, at the last day."

"You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!"

"You can know how to win through strategy with the long sword, but it cannot be clearly explained in writing. You must practise diligently in order to understand how to win."

"The sword is the key of heaven and hell."

"It is the sword that foils all enemies. The sword upsets foes. Like a falcon, it rips apart ranks of troops. Whatever I say of the sword, in sum: it is the Sultan of weapons. Whatever is said about other weapons (like the spear) is vain boasting. For the roses of the sword are the shield of Heaven's Garden. The sword's hyacinths descend from Paradise's lilies."

"Caesar...passed across the territory of the Lingones, wishing to reach the country of the Sequani, who were friends, and stood as a bulwark between Italy and the rest of Gaul. There the enemy fell upon him and surrounded him with many tens of thousands, so that he essayed to fight a decisive battle. In the main he got the best of the struggle, and after a long time and much slaughter over­powered the Barbarians; but it appears that at first he met with some reverse, and the Arverni show a short-sword (ξιφίδιον) hanging in a temple, which they say was captured from Caesar. When Caesar himself saw it, at a later time, he smiled, and though his friends urged him to have it taken down, he would not permit it, considering it sacred."

"We are told that one of the centurions sent to Rome by Caesar, as he stood in front of the senate house and learned that the senate would not give Caesar an extension of his term of command, slapped the handle of his sword and said: "But this will give it.""

"When MacArthur put out an order forbidding confiscation of Japanese officers' swords, Halsey was indignant. The next time he saw the general he protested, saying he considered the order unwise for two reasons. First, the sword, a symbol of militarism, would keep its spirit alive. He gave the example of Germany, where he had served as an attaché shortly after World War I. In many homes there he had seen a bust of Napoleon with a sword hung above it. Such displays, he was convinced, helped preserve in Germany the spirit of militarism that exploded into World War II. "That's true," said MacArthur, "but I was thinking of Appomattox, when Grant allowed Lee's troops to keep their side arms." "That brings me my second point," Halsey replied. "Grant was dealing with an honorable foe. We are not." The general pondered a few moments, pacing his office. "You're right!" he exclaimed. "You're right! I'll revoke the order." He did."

"It seemed that the land would be torn by war, Or saved by a miracle alone — And that miracle appeared in London town: The Sword in the Stone. And below the hilt, in letters of gold, were written these words: "Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise King born of England." Though many tried for the Sword with all their strength, none could move the Sword, nor stir it. So the miracle had not worked, and England was still without a King. And, in time, the marvelous Sword was forgotten. This was a Dark Age, without law and without order. Men lived in fear of one another, for the strong preyed upon the weak."

"The pen is mightier than the sword...if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp."

"Her opponents started off grinning at the temerity of a slight young girl attacking them, and then rapidly passed through various stages of puzzlement, doubt, concern, and abject gibbering terror as they apparently became the center of a flashing, tightening circle of steel."

"Greebo's technique was unscientific and wouldn't have stood a chance against any decent swordmanship, but on his side was the fact that it is almost impossible to develop decent swordmanship when you seem to have run into a food mixer that is biting your ear off."

"Deliver my soul from the sword."

"Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty."

"During one phase of the Dnieper campaign, after his troops had surrounded several German divisions, Koniev demanded their immediate surrender. When the Germans refused he ordered his saber-wielding Cossacks to attack. "We let the Cossacks cut for as long as they wished," he told Milovan Djilas, head of the Yugoslav Military Mission to Moscow, in 1944. "They even hacked off the hands of those who raised them to surrender.""

"Quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit: occidentis telum est."

"Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy sword-men."

"I drunk him to his bed, Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst I wore his sword Philippan."

"I and my sword will earn our chronicle."

"O, thy vile lady! She has robbed me of my sword."

"I, that with my sword Quartered the world."

"A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh."

"We measured swords and parted."

"His sword, Death’s stamp, Where it did mark, it took."

"He has been bred i’ th’ wars Since he could draw a sword."

"I would my son Were in Arabia and thy tribe before him, His good sword in his hand."

"Died with their swords in hand."

"The arbitrement of swords."

"Out, sword, and to a sore purpose!"

"With his own sword, Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta’en His head from him."

"Swear by my sword."

"Many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills."

"Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent."

"My sword hacked like a handsaw."

"Full bravely hast thou flesh’d Thy maiden sword."

"I would make him eat a piece of my sword."

"I knew him a good backsword man."

"By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him; by this sword, I will."

"And sheath’d their swords for lack of argument."

"Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins To give each naked curtle-axe a stain, That our French gallants shall today draw out, And sheathe for lack of sport."

"Here is my keen-edg’d sword, Deck’d with five flower-de-luces on each side, The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine’s churchyard, Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth."

"My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears."

"Never yet did base dishonour blur our name But with our sword we wiped away the blot."

"Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath."

"I’ll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin."

"Let this my sword report what speech forbears."

"Is’t Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, And hang thee o’er my tomb when I am dead. Ne’er shall this blood be wipèd from thy point, But thou shalt wear it as a herald’s coat To emblaze the honour that thy master got."

"O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs."

"The sword is out That must destroy thee."

"I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion I would have made them skip."

"I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man. I’ll slash, I’ll do it by the sword."

"Hippolyta, I woo’d thee with my sword."

"Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them."

"It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook’s temper."

"Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law."

"Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow."

"What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour’d by this place of peace?"

"An old rusty sword ta’en out of the town armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points."

"I found a young Marine on guard among the blasted pillboxes at the base of the volcano. He had a Japanese samurai sword at his belt. "We flushed a Jap officer out of a cave over there," he told me, indicating a fire-blackened hole in the face of the cliff where a flame thrower had been used. "He came out waving his sword and we shot him. There were three of us and when we took his sword we couldn't decide which one had killed him and whose sword it was. So we decided to share." Drawing the blade from the scabbard, he added proudly, "It's my turn to wear it today, sir.""

"Murder is the only art a swordsman may practice. No ornamental words can change that. You want to protect people with murder? You’ll slaughter legions so that a few may live. Many years, long before you were born, my sword was tearing asunder the lives of men. Yes, all of those men were evil, but they were human beings first and foremost, Kenshin. The world you ardently desire to enter will not know what to do with you. It will deceive you into believing that you are saving lives even as you destroy them. You will accept these lies all the while, your hands will be stained with the worst of offenses."

"They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night."

"I never saw any one like him. He is steel! He would go through you like a sword!"

"The dint of swords from kisses seemèd strange."

"I've done what I swore an oath to God twenty-eight years ago to never do again. I've created "something that kills people". And in that purpose, I was a success. I've done this because, philosophically, I'm sympathetic to your aim. I can tell you, with no ego, this is my finest sword. If, on your journey, should you encounter God, God will be cut."

"Silly Caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords. You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai."

"That really was a Hattori Hanzo sword."

": You hocked a Hattori Hanzo sword! : Yeah. : It was priceless. : Well not in El Paso, it ain't. In El Paso, I got me $250 for it."

"There likewise I beheld Excalibur Before him at his crowning borne, the sword That rose from out the bosom of the lake. [...] On one side, Graven in the oldest tongue of all this world, 'Take me,' but turn the blade and ye shall see, And written in the speech ye speak yourself, 'Cast me away!' And sad was Arthur’s face Taking it, but old Merlin counselled him, 'Take thou and strike! the time to cast away Is yet far-off.' So this great brand the king Took, and by this will beat his foemen down."

"What record, or what relic of my lord Should be to aftertime, but empty breath And rumours of a doubt? But were this kept, Stored in some treasure-house of mighty kings, Some one might show it at a joust of arms, Saying, 'King Arthur’s sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.'"

"So flashed and fell the brand Excalibur: But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandished him Three times, and drew him under in the mere."

"The man held his sword with his right hand reversed, in the style known as, "the sword which cuts and stabs as one"."

"‘Old knives are long enough as swords for hobbit-people,’ he said. ‘Sharp blades are good to have, if Shire-folk go walking, east, south, or far away into dark and danger.’"

"‘Gil-galad died, and Elendil fell, and Narsil broke beneath him; but Sauron himself was overthrown, and Isildur cut the Ring from his hand with the hilt-shard of his father’s sword, and took it for his own.’"

"‘Mayhap the Sword-that-was-Broken may still stem the tide – if the hand that wields it has inherited not an heirloom only, but the sinews of the Kings of Men.’"

"The Sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on its blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and the rayed Sun, and about them was written many runes; for Aragorn son of Arathorn was going to war upon the marches of Mordor. Very bright was that sword when it was made whole again; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold, and its edge was hard and keen. And Aragorn gave it a new name and called it Andúril, Flame of the West."

"Boromir had a long sword, in fashion like Andúril but of less lineage."

"Gandalf bore his staff, but girt at his side was the elven-sword Glamdring, the mate of Orcrist that lay now upon the breast of Thorin under the Lonely Mountain."

"No gleam came from the blades of Sting or of Glamdring; and that was some comfort, for being the work of Elvish smiths in the Elder Days these swords shone with a cold light, if any Orcs were near at hand."

"Some of the swords were crooked: orc-scimitars with blackened blades."

"‘Swords are no more use here. Go!’"

"From out of the shadow a red sword leaped flaming. Glamdring glittered white in answer."

"‘What other fairer way would you desire?’ said Aragorn. ‘A plain road, though it led through a hedge of swords,’ said Boromir."

"They were armed with short broad-bladed swords, not with the curved scimitars usual with Orcs."

"‘There is work for the Sword to do.’"

"‘Return with what speed you may, and let our swords hereafter shine together!’"

"‘Your fingers would remember their old strength better, if they grasped a sword-hilt.’"

"Háma knelt and presented to Théoden a long sword in a scabbard clasped with gold and set with green gems. ‘Here, lord, is Herugrim, your ancient blade,’ he said. ‘It was found in his chest. Loth was he to render up the keys. Many other things are there which men have missed.’"

"‘Come!’ said Aragorn. ‘This is the hour when we draw swords together!’"

"A sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!"

"The drawing of the scimitars of the Southrons was like a glitter of stars."

"Sauron will not have forgotten the sword of Elendil. The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith."

"I'm not saying the battle is won But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun Wrested technology's sword from the hands of the warlords."

"There may be a hundred stances and sword positions, but you win with just one."

"It is easy to kill someone with a slash of a sword. It is hard to be impossible for others to cut down."

"Throwing down your own sword is also an art of war. If you have attained mastery of swordlessness, you will never lack for a sword. The opponent's sword is your sword. This is acting at the vanguard of the moment."

"Conquering evil, not the opponent, is the essence of swordsmanship."

"One sword keeps another in the scabbard."

"Those who beat their swords into ploughshares ended up plowing for those who didn’t — or they ended up extinct."

"Non mi snudare senza ragione. Non m'impugnare senza valore."

"The god Brahman pondered over the obstructions thrown by the demon in the way of performing religious sacrifices, and behold, the god of fire appeared before him in the shape of a man of gigantic stature. The god bowed down to Brahman and all the gods humbled themselves before him as well. The god Hari took the sword Nandaka from the hands of the Fire-god, and the whole heaven was jubilant over the gift. The god Hari gradually unsheathed it out of its scabbard, and the sword, blue in colour, and with its hilt of gold, came into view. Thereupon the demon made himself endowed with a hundred hands by magic, and, mace in hand, attacked the gods in battle. The members of the demon's body, severed with the sword (Nandaka) of the god Hari, fell down on the earth and were converted into iron with the touch of that celestial weapon. The god Hari blessed those severed and hallowed limbs of the demon as, "Be you converted into weapons on earth.""