“Everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; on imagination's orders, sharpshooters sight and fire; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink - for the nightly labor begins and ends with torrents of this black water, as a battle opens and concludes with black powder.” WritingIdeasEndsCharacterFormOrderFightingBlackWaterImaginationMemoriesFireBattleShapesPaperLaborLogicSightArmyMetaphorSpreadRageMarchFlagsMagnificentInkLegendaryPowderWagonsArtilleryCavalry Author:Honore de Balzac
“Sometimes a single battle decides everything and sometimes, too, the slightest circumstance decides the issue of a battle. There is a moment in every battle at which the least manoeuvre is decisive and gives superiority, as one drop of water causes overflow.” GivingWarSometimesMomentsCausesWaterIssuesCircumstancesBattleSuperiorityOverflowDrop Of Water Author:Napoleon Bonaparte
“There's little in taking or giving, There's little in water or wine: This living, this living, this living, Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is The gain of the one at the top, For art is a form of catharsis, And love is a permanent flop, And work is the province of cattle, And rest's for a clam in a shell, So I'm thinking of throwing the battle - Would you kindly direct me to hell?” ThinkingGivingLittlesArtHardFormWaterLove IsStruggleHellMinesBattleProjectsArt IsHumorousGainsDirectAnd LoveWinePermanentThrowingShellsProvincesCattleCatharsisClams Book:Collected poems: Not so deep as a well Source: Collected poems: Not so deep as a well
“And me happiest when I compose poems: Love, power, the huzza of battle are something, are much: yet a poem includes them like a pool water and reflection.” PoetryWaterPoetBattleReflectionPoolPower Of Love Book:A Wild Peculiar Joy: The Selected Poems Source: A Wild Peculiar Joy: The Selected Poems
“When you're heading into Anzac cove you are going into this battle situation staring into the sun. So, any movement in that water, any glint is going to be seen for miles away. Even in the first rays of dawn, there's nowhere to hide.” FirstsWaterSituationSunMovementBattleMilesDawnStaringRaysHeadingsMiles Away Author:Russell Crowe