His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his cap of sable shine. His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an iron gin, You stoop to see his pulses move, To hear the blood sweep out and in. He looks some king, so solitary In earnest thought he seems to stand, As if across a lonely sea He gazed impatient of the land. Out of the noisy centuries The foolish and the fearful fade; Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes, Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed. . Anonymous
A warrior does not give up what he loves, he finds the love in what he does
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Dan Millman
Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.
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George R.r. Martin
He who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior.
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Confucius
REMEMBER YOUR GREATNESSBefore you were born, And were still too tiny for The human eye to see, You won the race for life From among 250 million competitors. And yet, How fast you have forgotten Your strength, When your very existence Is proof of your...
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Suzy Kassem
Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.
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Shannon L. Alder
