"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."

"The dint of swords from kisses seemèd strange."

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

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

"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."

"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.""

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The sword is out That must destroy thee."

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

"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."

"Let this my sword report what speech forbears."

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

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

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

"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.""

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

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

"One sword keeps another in the scabbard."

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

"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."

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

"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.’"

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

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

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

"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."

"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."